CHAPTER 5:THE MAN BEHIND THE SECRET.
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Damian remained standing in his father's study, staring at the photograph.
His eyes moved between the three men.
Victor Blackwood.
Daniel Williams.
And the third man.
A man Damian had known almost his entire life.
His uncle.
Richard Blackwood.
Damian slowly looked at his father.
"Uncle Richard?"
Victor said nothing.
Damian laughed once, but there was no humor in it.
"You're telling me Uncle Richard was involved?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
Damian picked up the photograph.
"Why was he there?"
Victor walked toward the desk.
"Because Richard was involved in the negotiations."
"What negotiations?"
Victor hesitated.
"Business."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting."
Damian's frustration grew.
"You expect me to believe that Daniel Williams disappeared after investigating illegal financial transfers, and Uncle Richard just happened to be involved?"
Victor's expression hardened.
"Lower your voice."
"Why? Are you afraid someone will hear us?"
Victor stared at him.
"You're asking questions you don't understand."
"Then explain them!"
Victor slammed his hand against the desk.
"Enough!"
Silence filled the room.
Damian stared at his father.
He had seen Victor angry countless times.
But never frightened.
And now he was beginning to understand something.
His father wasn't simply hiding a political scandal.
He was hiding a family secret.
"Where is Uncle Richard now?" Damian asked.
"Out of the country."
"Doing what?"
"Business."
Damian smiled bitterly.
"Of course."
He put the photograph back on the desk.
"I'm going to find out what happened."
Victor's voice became low.
"Damian, I'm warning you."
"And I'm telling you I'm done being kept in the dark."
He turned and walked out.
Victor watched him leave.
Once the door closed, Helena stepped out from the adjoining room.
"You should never have shown him that photograph."
Victor looked exhausted.
"He was going to find out eventually."
"And Richard?"
Victor's jaw tightened.
"Richard is coming back."
Helena froze.
"When?"
"Tomorrow."
Her face paled.
"Victor..."
"I know."
"Then we're out of time."
Amara sat in her hotel room, staring at the messages on her phone.
She hadn't told anyone about the photograph.
Not even Damian.
Especially not Damian.
She placed the picture inside a drawer and locked it.
Then she leaned back against the chair.
She needed to think.
The mysterious caller had told her to ask the Blackwoods.
Robert had given her the photograph.
And someone had warned her not to trust Damian.
But why?
If Damian really had nothing to do with his father's secrets, why was someone so determined to make her distrust him?
Her phone rang.
This time, it was Damian.
She stared at his name for several seconds before answering.
"Hello?"
"Are you busy?"
She looked around the room.
"Not really."
"Good. I want to see you."
Amara's heart skipped.
"Why?"
"Because I have a question."
"What kind of question?"
"The kind I'd rather ask in person."
She hesitated.
"Where?"
"There's a restaurant near the river. Twenty minutes?"
Amara considered refusing.
She should have refused.
Instead, she said, "Fine."
The restaurant was quiet when Amara arrived.
Damian was already waiting.
He stood when he saw her.
"You came."
"You invited me."
He smiled.
"You always have an answer."
"And you always have questions."
They sat.
For a few minutes, neither spoke.
Damian studied her.
"You've been distant."
Amara looked at him.
"Have I?"
"Yes."
"Maybe you're imagining it."
"I don't think I am."
She looked away.
Damian leaned forward.
"Did something happen today?"
Amara's heart beat faster.
"No."
"You're lying."
She looked back at him.
"You don't know me well enough to know when I'm lying."
"Maybe not."
His voice softened.
"But I'm trying to."
For a moment, Amara forgot about the Blackwoods.
She forgot about revenge.
She forgot about her father's photograph.
There was only Damian.
The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable because it felt sincere.
"Why are you trying?" she asked.
Damian didn't hesitate.
"Because I like you."
Amara's breath caught.
"You barely know me."
"I know."
"Then how can you say that?"
"Because sometimes you don't need years to know when someone matters."
She stared at him.
Those words were dangerous.
She couldn't let herself believe them.
"You shouldn't like me."
Damian smiled slightly.
"Why?"
"Because I'm complicated."
"So am I."
"You don't know how complicated."
"Then tell me."
Amara opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
She couldn't tell him.
Not yet.
Damian reached across the table but stopped before touching her hand.
"Whatever you're hiding, I'm not asking you to tell me tonight."
She looked at his hand.
"Why not?"
"Because I want you to trust me enough to tell me when you're ready."
Her heart tightened.
Trust.
That word felt almost cruel.
Trust was the one thing she had promised herself never to give the Blackwoods.
Yet Damian was making it difficult.
After dinner, Damian drove Amara back to her hotel.
Neither spoke much during the journey.
When they reached the entrance, Amara opened the door.
"Thank you for dinner."
"Amara."
She turned.
"Yes?"
"Whatever happens between us, I want you to know something."
She waited.
"I won't lie to you."
She looked into his eyes.
The irony almost made her laugh.
She was sitting beside a man whose family she intended to destroy while hiding her own intentions from him.
"Goodnight, Damian."
"Goodnight."
She stepped out.
Damian watched her disappear into the hotel.
He didn't know why, but something inside him told him that he was already falling too deeply.
The next morning, Richard Blackwood returned to the city.
His private car stopped outside the Blackwood estate.
He stepped out wearing a dark suit.
He was in his late fifties, elegant and calm, with silver beginning to appear in his hair.
A servant opened the door.
"Welcome home, Mr. Blackwood."
Richard smiled.
"It's good to be back."
He entered the house.
Helena was waiting in the hallway.
For several seconds, they simply stared at each other.
"Helena."
"Richard."
He kissed her cheek.
"You haven't changed."
"You have."
Richard smiled.
"Age does that."
Helena didn't smile back.
"You shouldn't have come."
His expression changed.
"Why?"
"Because she's back."
Richard's eyes narrowed.
"Amara?"
Helena nodded.
For the first time, Richard's calm expression disappeared.
"Does she know?"
"Not everything."
"Does Victor?"
"Victor knows she's asking questions."
Richard removed his coat.
"Then we have a problem."
Helena whispered, "You should leave."
Richard looked at her.
"After seven years, I'm not running."
"You don't understand."
"I understand perfectly."
He looked toward the staircase.
"Where's Damian?"
"At the office."
"And Lucas?"
"Out."
Richard smiled.
"Then I'll see Victor first."
Victor was waiting for him.
The moment Richard entered the study, the atmosphere changed.
"You're early," Victor said.
Richard closed the door.
"I heard Amara Williams is back."
Victor stared at him.
"You heard correctly."
"How much does she know?"
"We don't know."
Richard's expression hardened.
"Then find out."
Victor stepped closer.
"She's already found Robert Hale."
Richard went silent.
"Robert gave her something," Victor continued.
"What?"
"We don't know."
Richard's eyes narrowed.
"Then you need to find out before she does."
Victor shook his head.
"You were supposed to make sure nothing survived."
"I thought nothing did."
"Clearly, you were wrong."
Richard's face darkened.
"Don't put this on me."
"You were the one who handled Daniel."
The room became silent.
Richard looked toward the door.
"Careful."
Victor lowered his voice.
"Daniel was your responsibility."
"And you benefited from his silence."
"Enough."
Richard smiled coldly.
"We both know what happened."
Neither man noticed the shadow outside the door.
Damian had returned unexpectedly.
He had heard only the last sentence.
We both know what happened.
He stood frozen.
His hand remained on the doorknob.
Inside the room, Victor spoke again.
"Amara cannot find the ledger."
Damian's eyes widened.
Ledger?
He stepped away from the door before they could discover him.
His mind raced.
What ledger?
What had his uncle done?
And what had happened to Daniel Williams?
That evening, Amara received another message.
Meet me at the old train station. 9 p.m. Come alone.
She stared at it.
She knew she shouldn't go.
But this might be her only chance to learn the truth.
She arrived at the station shortly before nine.
The place was almost empty.
A cold wind moved through the abandoned platform.
"Hello?"
No answer.
Amara looked around.
"Who brought me here?"
Footsteps sounded behind her.
She turned.
Robert Hale stood several feet away.
"You came."
Amara's heart raced.
"You lied to me."
"I had no choice."
"What is the ledger?"
Robert looked frightened.
"Your father discovered something much bigger than money."
"What?"
"An agreement."
"Between whom?"
Robert glanced around.
"The Blackwoods and people inside the government."
Amara stepped closer.
"What kind of agreement?"
Robert swallowed.
"An agreement that could have changed the election."
Amara stared at him.
"Why would my father disappear because of that?"
"Because he refused to keep quiet."
"Who made him disappear?"
Robert's eyes filled with fear.
Before he could answer, headlights appeared at the end of the road.
A black car was approaching.
Robert stepped backward.
"They found us."
"Who?"
"Run!"
Robert turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Amara stood frozen.
The car stopped.
The rear door opened.
A man stepped out.
Amara recognized him immediately.
Richard Blackwood.
He looked at her calmly.
"Miss Williams."
Amara's heart pounded.
"You know who I am."
Richard smiled.
"I knew your father."
"Then tell me what happened to him."
His smile disappeared.
"Your father asked too many questions."
Amara's hands curled into fists.
"And you?"
Richard stepped closer.
"I've always known the answers."
He turned toward the car.
"Unfortunately, you're asking the wrong questions."
Amara watched him get inside.
Before the car drove away, Richard looked through the window.
Their eyes met.
And Amara realized something terrifying.
The man she had been searching for might not be Victor.
It might be Richard.
And if Richard had been involved in her father's disappearance, then the Blackwood family secret was far darker than she had imagined.
But there was one thing she still didn't know.
Damian had overheard his father and Richard.
And for the first time in his life, he was beginning to suspect that the family he loved had been built on a lie.
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