Chapter 3 - The Locked Room Beneath the House
The key opened the basement archive.
No one expected what was inside.
The archive had been sealed for years.
Old shipping documents.
Corporate records.
Photographs.
Boxes of legal files.
A narrow metal cabinet stood against the far wall.
Damian inserted the key.
The lock clicked.
Inside was a folder with his name.
D. BELLUCCI.
Underneath it was another.
LILY BENNETT.
I felt my blood run cold.
“Why is my daughter’s name here?”
Damian didn’t answer.
He opened the folder.
The first document was a copy of Lily’s birth certificate.
Mother: Mara Bennett.
Father: Unknown.
The second was a photograph.
Lily as an infant.
In the hospital.
Beside a woman I recognized.
My mother.
Except my mother had died before Lily was born.
I took a step back.
“No.”
Damian looked at me.
“Mara.”
“That picture is impossible.”
He handed it over.
The photograph was dated twelve years earlier.
Lily had been seven years old.
But the date on the photograph was eleven years ago.
I looked closer.
That wasn't Lily.
It was me.
Pregnant.
Standing beside a man whose face had been deliberately scratched from the photograph.
My hands trembled.
“Where did you get this?”
“From the cabinet.”
“I've never seen it.”
“I believe you.”
“Who is that man?”
Damian looked at the photograph.
“I don't know yet.”
A sound came from the corridor.
We both turned.
Footsteps.
Someone ran.
Damian reached the doorway first.
The corridor was empty.
But on the floor lay a torn piece of paper.
He picked it up.
Three words were written on it.
SHE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.
I looked at him.
“What does that mean?”
He folded the paper.
“It means someone knows more about your past than you do.”
The next morning, Selene announced she wanted to postpone the wedding.
Not cancel it.
Postpone it.
There was a difference.
According to her.
She told Damian she needed “space.”
He said nothing.
I saw the argument from the hallway.
“You are humiliating me,” Selene said.
“I am investigating a security breach.”
“And I am your fiancée.”
“That gives you no immunity.”
“You think I did this.”
“I think you're hiding something.”
Selene slapped her palm against the table.
“I have done everything for you.”
Damian's voice was low.
“You've done everything for yourself.”
She froze.
Then she saw me.
Her anger shifted.
“This is about her, isn't it?”
Damian didn't answer.
Selene looked at me.
“You should be careful.”
I stepped forward.
“I've been careful my entire life.”
“You think being useful makes you important?”
“No.”
“What do you think makes you important?”
“My daughter.”
Selene smiled.
“That child is the reason your life is about to become very complicated.”
I felt something inside me snap.
“Don't threaten my daughter.”
Damian moved between us.
“Enough.”
Selene walked away.
But before leaving, she leaned close to my ear.
“You have no idea who Lily’s father is.”
Then she left.
I couldn't breathe.
That sentence had been a knife.
Because it was true.
I didn't know.
I had always told Lily her father was not part of our lives.
That was technically true.
But there was another truth I had buried so deeply that I barely admitted it to myself.
Eleven years ago, before Lily was born, I had worked in one of Bellucci Maritime's warehouses.
I had met a man there.
He was kind.
Quiet.
He called himself Adrian.
Then one morning he disappeared.
Three months later, I learned I was pregnant.
I never found him.
No one did.
Or so I thought.
That evening, Damian asked me to come into his office.
He closed the door.
“I need to ask you something.”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever know anyone named Adrian?”
My heart stopped.
“How do you know that name?”
“Because that name appears in your file.”
“What file?”
“An old employee investigation.”
“What did it say?”
Damian hesitated.
“That Adrian was not his real name.”
“Who was he?”
Before he could answer, the lights went out.
A crash came from the hallway.
Damian opened the door.
A shadow disappeared around the corner.
Security flooded the corridor.
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On the floor was another message.
THIS HOUSE HAS BEEN LYING TO YOU.
