The car stopped in front of the family house.The iron gate opened slowly, making a low creaking sound as it moved. The guards stood straight and bowed their heads when they saw Alex and Liza inside the car. The vehicle rolled forward and parked in its usual place.From the outside, the house looked the same as it always had—big, clean, and proud. The walls were still white, the windows still bright. But the feeling around it had changed. The air felt heavy, thick with worry and fear. It was like trouble was waiting inside, hiding behind the walls.Liza opened the door and stepped out first.The moment her feet touched the ground, her chest tightened. She took a slow breath, but it did not help.This house used to feel safe to her. It was full of laughter, warm dinners, and quiet evenings. But now, it felt cold. Dangerous.Alex stepped out after her. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp. He did not say a word as he walked beside her.They entered the house together.The living r

Liza and Elena stood facing Alex and Richard, their eyes fixed on them. No one moved. No one sat down.The answer was written on Alex’s face before he even spoke.Elena’s heart sank.“Well?” Liza asked again, her voice tight. “Say something.”Richard opened his mouth but no words came out. His shoulders dropped, heavy with defeat.Alex stepped forward.“The company has been sold,” he said.Elena felt as if the floor vanished beneath her feet.“Sold?” she repeated slowly.“Yes,” Alex replied. “The investors acted fast.”“That’s not possible,” Elena said. Her voice shook. “I never agreed to that. I never—”“You signed the documents,” Richard said quietly.Elena turned to him sharply.“What documents?”Richard looked away.“The loan papers,” he said. “The ones you signed months ago.”Elena’s breath caught.“I signed them because you said they were temporary,” she said. “You told me they were only to delay payments. You said—”“I know,” Richard cut in quickly. “I know. I swear I never ima

Elena dressed in black.No jewelry. No bright colors. Just a fitted black suit, flat shoes, and her hair tied back neatly at the nape of her neck.She stood in front of the mirror for a long moment.The woman staring back at her looked calm. Too calm. Her face was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes sharp and awake. There were dark circles under them, signs of many sleepless nights, but she did not look weak. She looked controlled.This was not the face of a woman going to beg.This was the face of a woman going to reclaim something.She adjusted her jacket once, smoothing the fabric over her shoulders. The suit fit her perfectly, like it had been made for this day. She wanted to look clean. Serious. Untouchable.She turned away from the mirror and walked out of the bedroom.The house was quiet as she went downstairs. Too quiet. Every step echoed softly, and with each one, memories followed her. Laughter that once filled these halls. Warm voices. Promises that had been b

The room felt heavy as Morrison opened another folder.The soft hum of the machines around them continued, but neither of them noticed. Their attention was fixed on the laptop.A pause.Then the voice spoke again.“So if I didn’t send someone to rescue you, you would have been caught, huh?” the voice said angrily.The tone was sharp. Cold. Filled with irritation.Karvel’s fingers curled slowly.“Kill them all,” the voice continued. “And make sure you kill that woman too. They are already suspecting her.”The file ended.Silence filled the room.Karvel felt his heartbeat in his ears.“Wait…” he said slowly. “That means the same person is behind everything.”He looked at Morrison.“All of this,” Karvel continued. “My kidnapping. Daniel’s death. Elena Company. Everything.”Morrison closed the folder carefully.“Yes,” he said. “This person didn’t act randomly. Every step was planned.”Karvel stood up and began pacing.“But who has this much power?” he asked. “Who can control police cases,

Morrison and Karvel sat on two old chairs inside the room. The light above them was dim, but it was enough for them to see the documents spread across the table. Files were stacked everywhere—some open, some closed, some already marked with notes. They had been reading the same papers again and again, yet something still felt missing.Morrison rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back. "We’ve gone through this file too many times," he said.Karvel did not look up. His eyes stayed on the document in his hands. "And yet," he replied, "each time we read it, something new shows up."Morrison nodded slowly. He picked up another file and flipped through the pages. The papers were old. Some of them were faded, and others had stains from time and careless handling."In this case," Morrison said carefully, "I think Alex was the baby voice we used to hear back then—if you really check everything."Karvel stopped flipping the pages. He raised his head and looked at Morrison. His expression did not s