THE SECRET IN THE PHOTOGRAPH...
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Damian stared at the photograph for what felt like an eternity.
His mother's face looked exactly as he remembered it.
Warm.
Beautiful.
Always smiling whenever she thought he wasn't looking.
His father stood beside her, one hand resting casually on her shoulder.
But it wasn't them that unsettled him.
It was the man standing behind them.
A stranger.
Someone Damian had never seen before.
Someone who apparently knew enough about his family to send him a photograph twenty years after it had been taken.
His fingers tightened around the phone.
Then another message appeared.
ASK YOUR GRANDFATHER.
Damian's eyes hardened.
He immediately called Mr. Harris.
The call connected after two rings.
“Sir?”
“Where is my grandfather?”
There was a pause.
“At the estate.”
“Wake him.”
“Sir, it's almost two in the morning.”
“I don't care.”
Harris immediately understood that something was wrong.
“Yes, sir.”
Damian ended the call.
He looked toward the bedroom.
Amara was asleep.
For several seconds, he simply stood there.
Then he walked toward the door.
He stopped.
His hand remained on the handle.
He didn't want to wake her.
Not yet.
Whatever he was about to discover could change everything.
He quietly left.
---
The Blackwood estate was silent when Damian arrived.
The gates opened immediately.
Security knew better than to question him.
His grandfather was waiting in the study.
He was sitting in an armchair beside the fireplace, wearing a dark robe.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
“You're here late.”
Damian walked toward him.
“You know why.”
His grandfather's eyes narrowed.
“Do I?”
Damian placed the photograph on the table.
The old man's face changed.
Only for a second.
But Damian noticed.
“You know him.”
His grandfather didn't answer.
“Who is he?”
Silence.
Damian stepped closer.
“Grandfather.”
The older man looked at the photograph again.
Then sighed.
“Where did you get this?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because some things are better left buried.”
Damian's jaw tightened.
“My parents are dead.”
“I know.”
“Whatever happened to them has already happened.”
His grandfather looked at him.
“You think knowing the truth will make it easier?”
“No.”
Damian's voice became cold.
“But I deserve to know.”
The old man looked away.
“Your father made enemies.”
“So did I.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
His grandfather stood slowly.
“Your father discovered something he shouldn't have.”
Damian's eyes narrowed.
“What?”
“Something involving the company.”
“The company?”
“Yes.”
“Was it Mercer?”
His grandfather didn't answer.
Damian understood.
“Mercer was involved.”
“Not directly.”
“Then who?”
His grandfather sighed.
“There were people inside Blackwood Holdings who wanted control.”
Damian's expression hardened.
“Who?”
“Your father's closest executives.”
“Names.”
“Damian—”
“Names.”
His grandfather looked at him.
“Your father trusted the wrong people.”
“And my mother?”
“She knew.”
Damian's breathing became slower.
“She knew what?”
“That your father was in danger.”
Silence.
“And she stayed with him.”
Damian looked down.
His mother's face stared back from the photograph.
“Why didn't anyone tell me?”
“You were a child.”
“I was twenty-two.”
“You were grieving.”
“You lied to me.”
His grandfather's expression softened.
“We protected you.”
“No.”
Damian shook his head.
“You protected the family name.”
His grandfather didn't deny it.
That silence hurt more than an argument.
Damian turned away.
“So my parents didn't die in an accident.”
His grandfather closed his eyes.
“No.”
The word echoed through the room.
Damian froze.
His whole world seemed to stop.
“What happened?”
“We never proved who caused it.”
“Never?”
“We suspected someone.”
“Who?”
His grandfather hesitated.
Then said a name.
Damian's expression changed.
“Victor Hale.”
He knew the name.
A former Blackwood executive.
A man who had disappeared shortly after Damian's parents died.
“Where is he?”
“We don't know.”
“Did Adrian Mercer know?”
“Possibly.”
Damian's eyes narrowed.
“So this isn't only about the Mercer scandal.”
“No.”
“What does Adrian want?”
His grandfather looked at him.
“Maybe he wants you to discover the truth before someone else does.”
Damian turned toward the door.
“I'll find him.”
“Damian.”
He stopped.
“Be careful.”
He looked back.
His grandfather's face was unusually serious.
“This time, the enemy may not be outside your company.”
Damian understood.
Someone close to him could be involved.
Someone he trusted.
---
When Damian returned to the penthouse, dawn was beginning to break.
He expected Amara to be asleep.
She wasn't.
She stood in the kitchen, holding a cup of tea.
Her hair was slightly messy.
She looked tired.
“You left.”
Damian stopped.
“I had something to handle.”
“At two in the morning?”
“Yes.”
She studied his face.
“You look different.”
He said nothing.
She walked closer.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Damian.”
He looked away.
She stepped in front of him.
“You're terrible at lying.”
He almost smiled.
“I know.”
“Tell me.”
He hesitated.
Then handed her the photograph.
Amara looked down.
Her expression changed.
“Your parents?”
“Yes.”
“And this man?”
“I don't know.”
She looked at Damian.
“What happened?”
He stared at her.
“My parents weren't killed in an accident.”
Amara's eyes widened.
“What?”
“I found out tonight.”
She placed the photograph down.
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
The honesty shocked her.
Damian rarely admitted weakness.
She stepped closer.
“Come here.”
He didn't move.
So she took his hand.
He looked down at their intertwined fingers.
“I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.”
“Whatever you're feeling is okay.”
“What if I'm angry?”
“Be angry.”
“What if I'm afraid?”
“Then be afraid.”
“What if I don't know what to do?”
Amara smiled softly.
“Then we'll figure it out.”
He looked at her.
“We?”
She nodded.
“We.”
Damian pulled her into his arms.
Amara rested her head against his chest.
For a long time, neither spoke.
---
Later that morning, Damian called an emergency meeting with Mr. Harris.
“I need everything on Victor Hale.”
Harris nodded.
“I'll have it.”
“Everything.”
“Understood.”
“And I want the security footage from the night of the gala.”
“Why?”
“Someone helped Adrian access the system.”
Harris became serious.
“You think someone inside Blackwood Holdings is working with him?”
“I don't think.”
Damian looked at him.
“I know.”
Harris nodded.
“Then we start with the employees who had access.”
“Exactly.”
---
Meanwhile, Amara sat in the living room with Noah.
He was scrolling through his phone.
“You've been quiet.”
Noah looked up.
“I'm thinking.”
“About?”
“Damian.”
Amara raised an eyebrow.
“Why?”
“He looks different.”
“How?”
“Like he's angry.”
“He has always been angry.”
“No.”
Noah shook his head.
“This is different.”
Amara became quiet.
“You're right.”
Noah looked at her.
“What happened?”
“I don't know if I can tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because it's complicated.”
Noah sighed.
“Everything with Damian is complicated.”
Amara laughed.
“That is true.”
Then her phone buzzed.
A message.
Unknown number.
She opened it.
Her smile disappeared.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT HIM WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE.
She stared.
Another message appeared.
NOW YOU'RE PART OF HIS FAMILY'S WAR.
Amara's heart began pounding.
She quickly locked her phone.
Noah noticed.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
He frowned.
“You're doing the Damian thing.”
“What?”
“Pretending nothing is wrong when something is obviously wrong.”
Amara looked at him.
“Don't tell him yet.”
“Why?”
“Because he'll overreact.”
Noah sighed.
“That's true.”
She looked at the phone again.
A final message appeared.
THE CHILD WILL NOT SAVE YOU.
Amara froze.
Her hand moved instinctively toward her stomach.
Her face went pale.
Noah noticed.
“Amara?”
She couldn't answer.
The phone slipped from her hand.
Noah picked it up.
He read the message.
His expression changed.
“Who sent this?”
Amara looked at him.
“I don't know.”
Noah stood.
“We have to tell Damian.”
“Wait.”
“No.”
“Noah.”
“He needs to know.”
Amara's eyes filled with fear.
Before she could stop him, Noah walked toward Damian's study.
---
Damian was in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Harris when Noah entered.
“Damian.”
Both men turned.
Damian immediately noticed his expression.
“What happened?”
Noah placed the phone on the desk.
“Amara got these.”
Damian picked it up.
He read the messages.
His face became completely still.
Then colder than Amara had ever seen.
Mr. Harris stepped closer.
“Sir?”
Damian handed him the phone.
Harris read the messages.
His expression darkened.
Damian stood.
“Where is Amara?”
“Living room.”
He walked out.
Amara stood when he entered.
“Damian…”
He crossed the room.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“I didn't want you to panic.”
His jaw tightened.
“Panic?”
“Damian—”
“Someone threatened you.”
“I know.”
“And our child.”
Amara's eyes widened.
He knew.
“You knew?”
“No.”
His expression softened.
“I suspected.”
Silence.
Amara looked down.
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“I don't know.”
Damian stepped closer.
“Amara.”
She looked up.
“I was scared.”
He closed his eyes.
Then took a slow breath.
“I understand.”
She blinked.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
He reached for her hand.
“But don't ever hide something like this from me again.”
She nodded.
“I won't.”
He looked at her.
Then at her stomach.
A mixture of emotions crossed his face.
Fear.
Wonder.
Happiness.
Protectiveness.
He gently placed his hand over hers.
“Our child.”
Amara smiled faintly.
“Our child.”
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
Then Damian's phone rang.
He answered.
“Blackwood.”
Mr. Harris spoke.
“Sir, we found something.”
Damian's expression changed.
“What?”
“The person who accessed the security system during the gala.”
“Who?”
A pause.
Then—
“Someone from your executive office.”
Damian's eyes hardened.
“Name.”
Harris hesitated.
“Victor Hale's former assistant.”
Damian froze.
“Impossible.”
“We have footage.”
“Send it.”
“I already did.”
Damian looked at his phone.
A video appeared.
He opened it.
A man walked through a restricted corridor inside Blackwood Holdings.
Damian recognized him.
His blood ran cold.
Because the man wasn't a stranger.
He was someone Damian had trusted for years.
Someone who had attended family events.
Someone who knew his parents.
Someone who knew everything about Blackwood Holdings.
And beneath the video was one final message:
YOU'RE LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACE, DAMIAN.
Damian stared at the screen.
Then another message appeared.
THE PERSON YOU'RE SEARCHING FOR IS ALREADY INSIDE YOUR HOME.
He slowly looked up.
Amara was standing across the room.
Noah was beside her.
Security guards were outside.
Everyone was accounted for.
Yet Damian's instincts screamed that something was wrong.
Because for the first time, he understood the true meaning of Adrian's game.
Adrian didn't want to destroy Damian from the outside.
He wanted Damian to destroy himself—
by making him question everyone he loved.
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