The Name They Tried to Erase
Calla’s POV
The rain in Paris had a strange sort of rhythm—soft and relentless, as if even the sky understood the burden of hidden truths.
Calla stood before the tall windows of the safe house, watching the world blur behind the glass. Below, the Seine twisted like a secret too old to forget. But up here, inside the quiet suite, everything had shifted. No longer just a Bell. No longer just an assistant. And not just a woman caught in a war between two heirs.
She was an Everhart.
The name felt foreign on her tongue, yet powerful. Ancient. Stolen.
Behind her, the folder lay wide open on the table, its contents scattered like puzzle pieces from a life she never knew she had. Tobias Everhart. Her grandfather. The man who’d disappeared decades ago, thought to
