Chapter 100 Christian was on his second cup of coffee when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen: Lois Parker. He swiped to answer immediately, his tone sharp.“Lois,” he greeted, his tone brisk. “What do you have?”“I pulled everything I could on the Springfield property,” Lois began, her voice steady. “The ownership history is clean—no red flags. But the tenant records are... unusual. There are no actual tenants. Instead, the building’s leases are tied to several shell companies, just like the others. The common thread is one name: Annette Fournier.”Christian leaned forward, his jaw tightening. “She’s involved again.”“Yes,” Lois confirmed. “And it gets stranger. I cross-referenced her name with historical property transactions, and I found something odd. ‘Annette Fournier’ first appeared decades ago. Either we’re dealing with someone using an inherited identity, or this name is part of a deeper family connection.”Christian frowned. “Deeper how?”“Well,” Lois continued, “I t
Chapter 101Christian’s mind raced as Lois’s words hung in the air. Annette Fournier wasn’t just a name tied to his family’s history—it was tied to Josh’s as well. The pieces of the puzzle were shifting again, and the picture they were forming was even more complex than he’d anticipated.“Christian?” Lois’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Are you still there?”“I’m here,” Christian said, gripping the edge of his desk. “You’re saying the Sprungfield apartments—all of them—are on land owned by Annette Fournier?”“Exactly,” Lois confirmed. “And the property hasn’t left the Fournier name. The shell companies tied to the buildings are, in one way or another, still connected to her descendants. Josh’s family.”Christian pinched the bridge of his nose, his thoughts tumbling over one another. Josh had no idea about Lois or the investigation, and Christian wasn’t sure how to approach the subject without breaking the fragile trust between them.“I need you to dig further,” Christian said fin
Chapter 102Christian’s hand hovered over his phone, his jaw tightening as the cryptic text replayed in his mind:“Stop digging. This isn’t a warning—it’s a promise.”He dialled Lois’s number again, his pulse quickening with each ring. Still no answer. “She’s not picking up,” he said to Olivia, his tone grim.Olivia, seated across from him at Lois’s desk, sifted through the papers Lois had left behind. “Do you think the text is connected to her disappearance?”Christian leaned against the desk, running a hand through his hair. “It has to be. Someone knows she was close to uncovering something.”“She’s smart, Christian,” Olivia said, her voice steady but laced with concern. “If she sensed danger, she might’ve gone off the grid to protect herself.”“Or someone made sure she couldn’t,” Christian countered, his frustration evident.Olivia paused, holding up a document. “I think I found something. This file—it’s a map of the Springfield Apartments. Lois highlighted specific units, but look
Chapter 103 Christian froze for only a fraction of a second before his instincts kicked in. He gently lowered Eunice into Olivia’s arms, his eyes never leaving Josh, who stood at the edge of the room with a mixture of defiance and regret etched across his face.Christian surged forward, his movements quick and precise. He grabbed Josh by the collar, slamming him against the nearest wall. “What the hell is this, Josh?” Christian’s voice was low, trembling with barely contained rage. “You kidnapped my niece?”Josh didn’t resist. He met Christian’s burning gaze, his jaw clenched, and his hands raised in a half- hearted gesture of surrender. “Christian, stop. This isn’t what you think.”“You have no idea what I think!” Christian roared, his grip tightening. “You were my best friend, Josh. I trusted you! I left her safety in your hands, and all this time, it was you?”Olivia, holding Eunice protectively, edged closer. “Christian, calm down!” she urged, her voice shaky. “We need answers, n
Chapter 104 The room was silent except for the faint sound of Olivia pacing, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Christian stood near the window, his gaze distant, his mind replaying Detective Fisher’s words like a haunting refrain.“It’s possible their accident wasn’t just an accident.”Olivia stopped abruptly, turning to face him. “Christian, we need to talk about this,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her eyes.Christian exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. “I know,” he said, his voice low. “But I don’t even know where to start. If Josh was involved in this—”“You don’t know that yet,” Olivia interjected, stepping closer to him. “But Fisher’s right. If there’s even a chance that Matthew and Rosemary’s accident wasn’t what it seemed, we can’t ignore it.”Christian turned to her, his jaw tightening. “I trusted Josh. I’ve known him for years. If he’s capable of being part of something like this...” His voice trailed off, the weight of betr
Chapter 105 The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Christian’s office, but the warmth it brought was lost on him. He sat at his desk, his laptop open to a spreadsheet riddled with connections and names. His phone buzzed, jolting him from his thoughts. Pitcher’s name flashed across the screen.“Pitcher,” Christian answered briskly, leaning back in his chair.“Mr. Mason, I have an update,” Pitcher said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. “We’ve uncovered connections between Josh, Matthew, and Rock Assets Management. It seems that Josh was funnelling information about Mason Enterprises through a series of intermediaries. The link to Rock Assets is indirect, but it’s there.”Christian’s grip tightened on the phone. “Go on.”“One of the shell companies we flagged last year for attempting to sabotage your supply chain received funding from a private account tied to Josh. That same account made regular payments to someone on Matthew’s team about four months befor
Chapter 106 The dimly lit detention center remained eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the fluorescent lights above. Christian sat across from Josh, his icy gaze locked on his estranged friend. The tension between them was palpable—thick enough to suffocate. Josh, clad in his orange jumpsuit, had wiped his tears, his demeanour shifting from pleading to defiant. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of bitterness and hatred.“You think you’re so righteous, don’t you, Christian?” Josh began, his voice low and venomous. “But you don’t know the whole story. You don’t know why I did it—why I had to.”Christian’s jaw tightened. “Then enlighten me. Tell me why you betrayed us. Tell me why you had to tear our family apart.”Josh let out a bitter laugh. “Your family? Our family, Christian. That’s where you’re wrong. The Mason name—it should’ve been mine. Not Matthew’s. Not yours. Mine.”Christian’s brows furrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”Josh leaned back in
Chapter 107 “Let me know when you get there,” Christian said as he pecked Olivia’s cheek.“Okay. I’ll be back soon, though. I just need to check up on her,” Olivia replied with a grim look.It had been about three days since the grand reveal of Eunice’s abductor, and Ruth had not been answering anyone’s calls since she returned to her apartment that day.About thirty-five minutes later, Olivia arrived at Ruth’s apartment, and for some strange reason, her car looked like it hadn’t moved in days.Olivia knocked softly on the apartment door, the echo sounding heavier than usual. When the door creaked open, Ruth stood on the other side, her shoulders slumped, her eyes puffy and red. She tried to muster a weak smile but failed, stepping aside to let Olivia in.The apartment was dim, the curtains drawn, and an untouched mug of tea sat on the coffee table, its contents long since cold. Olivia placed a comforting hand on Ruth’s arm. “Hey,” she said gently. “I just wanted to check on you.”Ru
Epilogue Nine months later. The sun streamed gently through the tall windows of the new Matt & Rose Foundation building, casting a warm glow over rows of seated attendees—executives, students, members of the press, and friends. The air held something rare: hope. Christian stood at the podium in a tailored navy suit, a small white ribbon pinned to his lapel. His gaze swept across the audience, lingering on the front row, where Olivia sat beside Ruth. Ruth wore a floral midi dress and a guarded smile. Next to her sat Roosevelt Lee—a former college buddy of Christian’s, and for the past month, Ruth’s quiet comfort. Eunice sat on Olivia’s lap, her legs swinging under her dress shoes, proudly sporting a glittery badge that read Junior Ambassador. She waved when Christian looked her way. He winked, then returned his attention to the microphone. “Today,” Christian began, his voice carrying with ease, “we honour two people whose kindness shaped who I am. My brother and sister-in-law
Chapter 120 Another four months had passed since Josh’s first court appearance. Today was judgment day.The courtroom felt colder this time—not from the air, but from the finality clinging to the walls like frost. The trial had dragged on for weeks—meticulous testimonies, irrefutable digital evidence, and the haunting voices of those Josh had manipulated or destroyed. Ruth had testified. So had Olivia. And Christian had taken the stand with quiet resolve, walking the court through every calculated step Josh had taken in the shadows.Now, there were no whispers. Just silence. The sentencing.Christian sat in the front row once again, between Ruth and Olivia. His hands rested on his knees, spine straight, jaw tight. Behind them, rows of strangers watched history unfold.Olivia wore a black blouse and slacks, her eyes fixed forward, unreadable. Ruth had opted for navy this time—a subtle, steady colour that matched the calm she was trying to summon.Josh was brought in, flanked by office
Chapter 119 Four Months LaterThe car ride to the courthouse was silent and tense. Christian drove, while Ruth and Olivia sat quietly in the back.The Massachusetts Criminal Courthouse loomed ahead, grim beneath a brooding sky. The winter air cut through even the thickest coats. News vans lined the perimeter like vultures, antennas raised like mechanical spines. Cameramen and reporters crowded the steps, lenses trained on the entrance, waiting for the man at the center of a storm no one had seen coming.Inside, the courtroom buzzed with restrained energy. Whispered conversations rose and fell like waves. Every seat was filled—press, family members, curious onlookers. The case of State vs. Joshua Smith had gripped the city: betrayal, murder, power, secrets.Christian sat at the front beside Olivia and Ruth, his expression carved from stone, but his eyes— his eyes burned. He hadn’t slept well in days, not since the indictment was finalised. The time between discovery and justice had fe
Chapter 118 Detective Harris shone his flashlight into the dark cavity beneath the floorboards, brushing aside layers of dust and cobwebs. “There’s definitely something down here.”Christian knelt beside the hole, squinting into the shadows. “What do you see?”“Some kind of box.” Harris reached down carefully and pulled out a dusty metal tin, about the size of a shoebox. It clanked faintly as he set it beside him. “It was wedged under one of the boards.”Detective Fisher stepped forward, gloved hands steady, and popped the lid. Everyone leaned in.Inside, nestled between scraps of old cloth, were two flash drives, a sealed plastic sleeve containing a small memory card—and, folded neatly at the bottom—a shirt.Fisher’s brow furrowed as he lifted the drives. “Bag these,” he instructed, handing them to another officer. “Handle with care. They could be encrypted.”Christian’s gaze narrowed. “What kind of shirt is that?”Fisher gently unfolded the fabric. It was a large-sized, worn men’s
Chapter 117 Olivia grabbed his arm before he could finish.“Christian.”He stopped and sank into the nearest sofa, the tension radiating from his frame.“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “come here. Let Uncle ask you something.”Eunice nodded and skipped forward. Christian crouched in front of her, his hands resting lightly on her small shoulders. His expression was calm, but there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.“Eunice,” he said softly, “what do you mean by a secret room?”Eunice beamed, clearly delighted to finally share her secret.“The one behind the big bookshelf in the living room! Daddy and Uncle Josh used to go there all the time. I saw them!” She puffed out her chest proudly. “They thought I didn’t know, but I did.”Christian’s grip tightened slightly. Olivia noticed the tick in his jaw.“When did you see them, sweetheart?” she asked gently, kneeling beside them. “Was it a long time ago?”Eunice nodded, her little hands tugging at the hem of Olivia’s
Chapter 116 The Mason mansion was quiet that night—the kind of stillness that carries the weight of things unsaid.Ruth sat curled on the plush living room couch, a blanket draped around her shoulders. But the warmth did nothing to ease the chill in her chest. The day’s events played on a loop in her mind— every word, every lie, every trace of Josh’s deception. She had spent months loving a man who never truly existed. Now all that remained was the rubble of a future that had never been real.Olivia sat beside her, close enough to offer support, but not suffocating.“Are you sure you don’t want to go upstairs and try to sleep?” she asked gently.Ruth let out a scoff and shook her head. “Sleep? Not a chance. Every time I close my eyes, I hear his voice. I see that smug smile he gave me—like he still had me wrapped around his finger.” Her voice cracked, raw with disbelief. “God, he really believed I was still his.”Olivia reached over and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He’
Chapter 115 Ruth tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled into the detention center's parking lot. The morning sun glared off the pavement, but its warmth couldn’t touch the cold knot twisting in her stomach. She exhaled slowly, bracing herself. This wasn’t a visit for closure. It wasn’t to ask for explanations.She needed to see the manipulative monster Josh truly was—again.For the past twenty-four hours, she had replayed every moment: every conversation, every touch, every whispered promise. All lies. Carefully crafted. Skilfully delivered. And she had believed them —believed him—because she thought he loved her the way she had loved him.She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the asphalt as she walked toward the entrance. The moment she passed through security, the weight of the situation settled squarely on her shoulders. Cold fluorescent lights hummed overhead as officers led her down sterile hallways. And then, at last, she was there—facin
Chapter 114 The rhythmic clicking of Christian’s pen against his desk was the only sound in the vast office as he sat, deep in thought. The morning had started like any other, with reports to review and meetings to prepare for, but the weight of last night’s revelation pressed down on him like a storm cloud.Josh.He had spent quite some time going over every detail from the journal Ruth had found. The words scrawled across the pages painted a picture of a man who had been living a double life—outwardly charming, supportive, and loyal, yet seething with resentment beneath the surface.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he called.The door opened, and Secretary Pitcher stepped inside, his expression neutral but professional. “Detective Fisher is here to see you, sir.”Christian straightened, nodding. “Send him in.”A moment later, Detective Fisher strode into the office. He was a middle-aged man with graying temples, sharp eyes that missed nothing, and an air
Chapter 113 "Make sure you have all these files assessed by the necessary departments and submitted to me by noon tomorrow," Christian said in a commanding tone."Yes, sir," Pitcher replied."As for what I told you about, continue directing them and see what they have to do about it. Also, reschedule my appointment with Mr. Manchester—I have to go pick up Eunice from sch—"Christian was interrupted by the buzzing phone on his desk. He quickly picked up the call as soon as he saw the caller ID.Olivia’s voice had been tight with urgency when she told him to come home. The undercurrent of alarm in her tone was enough to send his pulse spiking.By the time he strode into the Mason mansion, Olivia and Ruth were waiting for him in the living room, their faces pale.He was surprised to see Ruth with Olivia. Hadn't they just had a huge argument days before? Before he could ask anything, he noticed the thick, black journal sitting on the coffee table between them."What’s going on?" Christia