Janet stared at me for a long time. Her gaze landed on the book. "What do you plan on doing with it?" she asked I was not sure I was ready to see what it holds, but one thing was certain. I wanted to know more. I want to know if I was indeed a Donald or if I was nothing more than an instrument Mac was ready to use to his advantage. Janet could see the look on my face. She slowly walked to my side and sat down. She placed her hands slowly on my lap. "Why don't you get a cold shower? Eat and relax. Maybe then, you can think of what you really want to do." She stares back at her. "What if it contains secrets that are going to bring more danger into my life?" I asked, my eyebrows arched. Janet sighs. "You are in danger already, Dan. Don't you see what is going on here?" she asked, her eyebrows flipped upward. "Almond clearly wants the book, and it is only a matter of time before Dac comes knocking at your door. Whatever is in that book is something powerful men are willing to kill

Janet didn’t answer immediately. She just stood there, watching me like someone measuring how much truth I could take before breaking. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until even the ticking clock seemed to grow impatient. I clenched my jaw. “Answer me, Janet. What is it that you are hiding this time?" She exhaled slowly, then walked past me toward the window. The curtains swayed slightly as she pulled them aside, letting the faint glow of the city lights spill into the room. “You didn’t steal anything knowingly, Dan,” she began. “But your existence… your very existence took everything from him.” My fists tightened. “That doesn’t make any sense." “It does,” she replied, turning back to face me. “But only if you understand who your mother really was.” My heart skipped. There it was again—that missing piece. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to figure out,” I said, my voice lower now, controlled. “Who. Is. She?” Janet hesitated. For the first

It was glamorous. Almost like when I took Janet to the altar. The reporters swarm like a bee towards me the moment I got out of the car forgetting it was Dac and Linda getting married. " What do you have to say about this, Mr Dan?" " Are you okay calling the Sinclair family after what they did to you?" " Do you think you can ever forgive them?" " Tell us what you think, Mr Dan?" " Did Linda apologize for the ill treatment?"Question kept flying from all directions towards me. Question that I wanted to answer but I couldn't. The answer was going to set the whole busking a blaze but still, I kept my coolness. I looked ahead and I saw Gerald and Penelope. The man who had made my life a living hell. And he was soon going to regret that. I let out a soft smile." Today is not about me. Today is about my uncle and his wife. While don't we focus on that please." I said walking out on them.Janet immediately grabbed my hands. It was almost like she could feel the storm building rig

Gerald’s smile didn’t falter.If anything, it widened—calm, controlled, almost rehearsed.“You’ve always been emotional, Dan,” he said smoothly, his hand still hanging in the air between us. “That’s your biggest weakness. You let feelings cloud logic.”I didn’t take his hand.Instead, I stepped closer.“So this is logic to you?” I asked, my voice dropping low enough that only he and Penelope could hear. “Destroying lives, burying secrets, pretending like nothing happened? You honestly think I am going to forget all of that?" Penelope shifted beside him, her fingers tightening around her clutch. Unlike Gerald, she wasn’t as composed. Her eyes darted briefly around the hall, as if checking who might be watching.“Dan,” she said softly, almost with a smirk on her face. “This isn’t the place for this... Why don't we..." “No,” I cut in sharply. “This is exactly the place. A wedding, right? A celebration? Seems fitting for people who build their happiness on other people’s misery.”Gerald

The words had barely left my mouth before my body kicked into motion. Adrenaline still surged through my veins, hot and electric, pushing away the trembling that threatened to slow me down. I grabbed Janet’s wrist—not roughly, but firmly enough to make it clear we didn’t have time to argue—and pulled her toward the door.“Move,” I said sharply.She didn’t resist this time.We stepped over the man’s body, his blood slowly spreading across the floor. For a split second, Janet hesitated, her gaze lingering on him.“Dan…” she whispered.“Don’t,” I cut in. “Not now.”"Nobody saw me come in, and I am sure no one saw you too. This is never on us. We are leaving now!" I snapped. I pry open the door, making sure none of the servants heard a sound. The house was soundproof; I knew it was going to be difficult for any of them to hear the commotion that was going on in Dac's office. The hallways were silent. The noise of dishes and noise from the servants could be heard in the distance.“W