The night had fully settled in, casting deep shadows across my office, the city lights in the distance a dim contrast to the darkness consuming my mind. My desk was covered with files and notes – all of them were attempts to find more information about Varya. The harder I tried to get some definite information… the more obscured it appeared to be. All the leads on the locations of Theo and Tia had been exhausted to a halt. However, there was this persistent part of me that wanted me to believe that there was something that I’d overlooked. And I just could not guess as to what or who, that was. I again opened the numerous police reports, this time turning to the case that had claimed Varya’s family and would have taken her life, too, had she been only a child. It had been qualified as a tragic accident provoked by a drunken truck driver Marcus Donovan. This case was eventually dismissed after he died in the fire while the agencies moved swiftly to record his death as closure. But t
The luminous cityscape viewed from my office appears as long shadows on walls, flickering due to the movements of cars below. I reclined into my chair where the weighty burdens of investigations bored me down.My eyes were tired but could not afford neglect. The faintest hint of hope sparked within, proclaiming that there was more beneath the surface which I have to dig.I refocused on the documents sprawled across my desk—files on the tragic car accident that had claimed Varya’s family years ago. The accident had always felt like more than a simple tragedy, and recent findings had only fueled that suspicion.There were details that didn’t fit, pieces that seemed intentionally obscured.Countless times, I went through accident reports but this time something else caught my eye – a link between Theo’s father and Marcus Donovan who was claimed to have caused the accident. Donovan showed up in various documents linked with Theo’s father's business relationships; thus awakening alarm bell
The very idea that she had to suffer, her family had to be taken from her like that, made me want it even more. I had given her an undertaking to stand for her and now I was willing to do everything possible to reveal the true depth of the deceit that derailed her life.I looked at the clock, much to my surprise and shame that it would already be this time of the night. I still had to pay attention to the video but I was reaching the end of my tether. It was then that I stepped back a few moments turning my mind, to think of something else.I stepped towards the window and for a moment stared at the city outside to get my mind into some order.For me, the theories I had were rather creepy, and to imagine that such a person as Theo’s father could be involved in such a brutal act was horrible. It was a morbid way of thinking but I could not afford to relax – each lead had to be chased to the last.Something that was true had been concealed and I was to make the effort of unearthing it.
“If Anderson was involved in destabilizing Luther’s company, he might have had a motive to ensure that Luther’s downfall was complete. I suspect there’s more to this story.”“Got it,” Jane said. "Let me see what I can uncover."With my mind racing, I returned to the documents as soon as I hung up. It was becoming increasingly evident how Mr. Luther's unfortunate accident and Mr. Anderson's financial manipulations were related.The notion that this was a deliberate act of sabotage rather than just a commercial disagreement was terrifying.The more I looked through the documents, the more I could see how Mr. Luther was directly impacted by Mr. Anderson's activities. There were memos that hinted at internal conflicts, with Mr. Anderson accusing Mr. Luther of mismanagement and financial irresponsibility.The accusations seemed designed to discredit Mr. Luther and create a justification for the financial collapse that followed.One particular document stood out—a report detailing a meeting
As I sat in my office, gazing at the file before me, my memories kept wandering to and fro with an unconsciousness I could not fully understand. It was late; the darkness outside my window had enveloped the city, yet sleep was something I couldn’t think about.Instead, I found myself trying to draw traces between predestination and accident while struggling to unravel how Varya and I were even related in any way at all. It was never just a contract marriage. Our lives intersected in a way that seemed designed by something far beyond mere business.Everything began from the moment when I found out about a more terrifying truth than what I would ever imagine—Theo’s father, Mr.Anderson was behind the tragedy that took away Varya’s relatives.But most disturbingly still was his entire business empire which he inherited based on ensuring that Varya’s parents remained brokenhearted forever.I pushed away the file, letting my head drop into my hands. Varya! How could I have been so blind? Th
However, the record of betrayal by Mr. Anderson had clearly paved the way for all these incidences. He had stolen everything from Varya’s family and had made her come to me, in this house, to this marriage that we have, it is not a marriage of convenience now though it started as one, it is something else, something we both never expected.I thought back to the night I had proposed the contract. I was so blinded by the organizational requirements including the financial side I did not look at the emotional consequences.I had convinced myself that it was just a means to an end—that by getting married to Varya, I would be securing my position and she would be getting the money she wanted. But now when I take a look at what has happened, I have to admit that I was wrong.But the issue was not merely the money one. Money was never the main focus of it all. Somehow, fate had conspired to throw us in each other’s path and I had not been smart enough to notice.Slowly I rise up from my chai
THEO’S POVAs I slammed the door of my car, I felt like collapsing under the weight of today. It seemed like everything was falling apart faster than I could cope.The Cassian Group had caught us off-guard and no matter how many times I tried to manage the damage it was irreversible; shareholders were slipping through my fingers. Anger welled up within me while walking into the house because I already knew what awaited me.When I entered the living room, his presence enveloped me—waiting for me like a lion about to pounce on its prey."Theo." His voice was sharp, dripping with disappointment. I hadn't even taken two steps before his barrage began."Are you this incompetent, Theo?"I froze. My father was standing by the fireplace, his back turned to me, but his words cut like daggers."Look at our stock! Have you seen it? Our shares are plummeting, and you can’t even control the crisis!" He yelled.“Do you know how much it cost me? What I had to fight to bring that company to this poin
It didn’t stop the haunting echo of my father’s voice or the constant reminder that Kylo had become everything I was supposed to be.I hated him. Every fiber of my being loathed the man who had somehow slipped into my life and taken everything that should have been mine. Varya, the company, my father’s respect—all of it.And the worst part was, I couldn’t stop comparing myself to him, couldn’t stop hearing my father’s voice praising Kylo for his accomplishments.The room started spinning as I drained my glass once more, slamming it onto the counter with a bit too much force. I pushed myself off the stool, my legs unsteady beneath me as I staggered out of the bar and into the cold night.I was not sure where I was headed, but I didn’t mind – the fact that I was walking was enough for me. Nowhere was preferable to the fact that I was slowly unraveling and that there was nothing anyone could do to stop that process.My movements were uncoordinated, the physical environment becoming a fog