Chapter 6: Shadows of betrayal continues
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The night had deepened into something heavier than silence. It was the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears, making even your own breathing sound too loud. Jasmine sat alone in the study, the small desk lamp casting a dim glow over the scattered papers and the leather-bound notebook.
Her father’s handwriting stared back at her, steady and calm—so different from the chaos it now represented.
She flipped to a page she hadn’t fully examined before. The ink was slightly smudged, as if written in haste:
"Trust is your greatest weapon… and your greatest weakness. They are closer than you think."
Jasmine’s chest tightened.
Closer than you think.
The words echoed in her mind like a warning she could no longer ignore.
“Jasmine?”
She turned quickly. Jasion stood at the doorway, arms folded, his expression serious.
“You’ve been in here for hours,” he said. “You need rest.”
Jasmine shook her head. “We don’t have time to rest. Not when Dad knew something like this would happen.” She held up the notebook. “He knew, Jasion. He knew someone close to us would betray him.”
Jasion stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Then we find out who.”
Across the room, Nina sat curled on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest. She had been quiet all evening, her usual curiosity replaced with a distant, unsettled look.
“I don’t like this,” she whispered.
Jasmine walked over and knelt in front of her. “What’s wrong?”
Nina hesitated, then looked up slowly. “It feels like… like someone is inside this house. Not just outside. Inside.”
The words sent a chill through Jasmine’s spine.
Jasion frowned. “Nina, we checked everywhere. Doors locked, windows secured. The cameras are on.”
Nina shook her head stubbornly. “I know what I feel.”
Jasmine glanced at Jasion. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Because deep down… they had both felt it too.
Jasion grabbed a flashlight. “We check again,” he said firmly.
The three of them moved together, step by step, through the house.
The hallway stretched long and quiet, the wooden floor creaking under their feet. Shadows clung to the corners, shifting slightly with every movement.
Jasmine’s grip tightened around the flashlight. Her heart pounded as they approached their parents’ room.
The door was slightly open.
Jasmine froze.
“I thought we closed that,” she whispered.
Jasion stepped forward slowly and pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
But something felt… off.
The curtains were swaying slightly, though the windows were closed. A faint scent lingered in the air—not familiar, not comforting.
Jasmine stepped inside cautiously. Her eyes scanned every corner, every detail.
Then she saw it.
The drawer beside the bed was open.
Her breath caught. “Jasion…”
He followed her gaze. “That wasn’t like that before.”
Nina clutched Jasmine’s arm. “Someone was here.”
Jasion moved quickly, checking the rest of the room. Nothing else seemed disturbed—but the fact that something had been touched was enough.
“Whoever it was,” he said, “they didn’t come here to take something.”
Jasmine’s voice was low. “They came to check something.”
“Or to send a message,” Jasion added.
Nina whispered, “That they can get in anytime…”
Silence fell over them again.
This time, it wasn’t just fear.
It was realization.
They were no longer just being watched.
They were being tested.
Back in the study, Jasmine sat down heavily. Her mind raced, trying to piece everything together.
“If someone came in here,” she said slowly, “it means they know about the journal.”
Jasion nodded. “And they know we’re investigating.”
Elijah’s earlier warning echoed in their minds:
"Every move you make is being observed."
Jasmine clenched her fists. “Then we stop reacting. We start thinking ahead.”
Jasion raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”
She looked up, determination burning in her eyes.
“We set a trap.”
The idea hung in the air, dangerous and bold.
Nina’s eyes widened. “A trap?”
Jasmine nodded. “If they’re watching us, then we give them something to see. Something that makes them act.”
Jasion leaned back, considering it. “Risky. But it might work.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Jasmine said. “We need to know who we’re dealing with. Not just suspects—proof.”
Nina swallowed. “What if it goes wrong?”
Jasmine reached for her hand. “Then we face it together.”
The next morning, the house felt different.
Not safer—but more focused.
Jasion spent hours setting up additional cameras, hiding them in places that wouldn’t be easily noticed. He adjusted angles, tested motion sensors, and connected everything to his laptop.
Jasmine, meanwhile, carefully selected pages from the notebook—pages that hinted at a hidden asset their father had never revealed.
“Are you sure about this?” Jasion asked.
She nodded. “If someone killed Mom and Dad for money or power, this will get their attention.”
Nina watched quietly, her expression serious. “And then… we wait?”
Jasmine nodded. “And watch.”
Evening came slowly, dragging tension with it.
The siblings sat together in the living room, pretending to go about their normal routine. Jasmine flipped through a book she wasn’t reading. Jasion typed aimlessly on his laptop. Nina sat with her drawing pad, though her eyes kept drifting to the door.
Every second felt stretched.
Every sound made their hearts jump.
Then—
A faint noise.
A click.
Jasion’s head snapped up.
“Did you hear that?”
Jasmine nodded slowly. “Back door.”
Nina’s grip tightened around her pencil.
The trap had worked.
Jasion quietly opened his laptop, pulling up the camera feeds.
“There,” he whispered.
On the screen, a shadow moved through the kitchen.
Tall. Careful.
Deliberate.
Jasmine’s breath caught.
“Can you see the face?” she whispered.
Jasion zoomed in. The figure wore a dark hoodie, head slightly lowered. The face was partially hidden—but not completely.
“Wait…” Jasion leaned closer.
His expression changed.
Jasmine noticed immediately. “What? What is it?”
Jasion didn’t answer right away.
His voice, when it came, was tight.
“I know that person.”
Nina gasped. “Who?”
Jasion swallowed.
“Someone we trust.”
Jasmine’s heart dropped.
“No…”
Jasion turned the laptop toward her. “Look.”
Jasmine stared at the screen.
Her blood ran cold.
Because the face, though partially hidden, was unmistakable.
And in that moment, everything shifted.
The investigation…
The fear…
The warnings…
They all pointed to one terrifying truth.
The betrayal wasn’t coming from outside.
It had been inside all along.
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