Chapter 2 - The Daughter They Were Afraid Would Discover Who She Really Was
The shooting lasted less than a minute.
It felt like an hour.
Adrien kept one arm around me while his security team secured the balcony and the private dining room.
My mother was crying.
Victoria was screaming.
My father had vanished.
I noticed that before I noticed anything else.
He was gone.
“He left,” I whispered.
Adrien looked at me.
“Who?”
“My father.”
Rocco appeared at the balcony door.
“Exit team says he ran through the west corridor.”
Adrien's face hardened.
“Find him.”
Rocco nodded.
I sat against the stone wall.
My hands shook.
Adrien crouched in front of me.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Look at me.”
I did.
“Any dizziness?”
“No.”
“Can you breathe normally?”
“Yes.”
He studied me.
“You're shaking.”
“Anyone would.”
He nodded.
“You're right.”
That simple acknowledgment surprised me.
I expected control.
Instead, he gave me space.
He stood and removed his coat.
“Put this on.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know.”
He placed it over my shoulders anyway.
The coat smelled faintly like cedar and winter air.
I hated how comforting it felt.
Inside, police had arrived.
Or at least men who looked like police.
Adrien spoke to them briefly.
I watched him.
He seemed to understand the world in a way I never had.
Who was lying.
Who was afraid.
Who was waiting.
When he returned, I asked,
“Who shot at me?”
“We don't know yet.”
“You have a guess.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
He looked through the glass toward my family.
“Someone who knows exactly what you are.”
“What am I?”
“The legal heir to an empire your family spent twenty years pretending belonged to your sister.”
My throat tightened.
“Why would anyone want me dead?”
Adrien didn't answer immediately.
“Because you're about to become inconvenient.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“It is the only honest one I have.”
My mother approached.
“Elena.”
I turned.
She looked smaller than I had ever seen her.
“Can we talk?”
Adrien stepped back but remained close enough that I knew he was listening.
I followed her into a private sitting room.
She closed the door.
“You have to believe me.”
“I don't know what to believe.”
“I wanted to protect you.”
“You keep saying that.”
She wiped her face.
“When you were born, your grandfather left a trust.”
“The Whitmore Trust.”
“Yes.”
“Why was I the heir?”
“Because your grandfather believed you had the character to protect it.”
I laughed bitterly.
“So you hid me?”
“He also knew your father would try to take it.”
I stared.
“My father?”
“He was furious when your grandfather named you.”
“Why?”
“Because your father believed Victoria would be the better public heir.”
I shook my head.
“So you made Victoria the face of the family.”
“Yes.”
“And me?”
“You were the legal foundation.”
I couldn't process it.
“My whole life was a lie.”
My mother cried.
“I thought if everyone believed Victoria controlled everything, no one would look for the real documents.”
“Then why didn't you tell me?”
“Because people were watching.”
“Who?”
She lowered her voice.
“Lucien Voss.”
The name meant nothing to me.
Adrien entered the room.
“I know him.”
My mother went silent.
Adrien looked at me.
“Lucien Voss is one of the oldest enemies of the Volkov family.”
My mother's face tightened.
“He has been trying to locate the Whitmore Trust for years.”
Adrien continued.
“Your family made a deal with him.”
My mother looked down.
“A desperate one.”
“Dad?”
She nodded.
“Your father borrowed money.”
“How much?”
“Thirty-eight million.”
My breath caught.
“And he couldn't repay it.”
“No.”
“So the dinner was…”
“A settlement.”
I looked at Adrien.
“Victoria was payment.”
“Yes.”
“And now you chose me.”
“Yes.”
My mother whispered,
“We never meant for this.”
I looked at her.
“But you did it anyway.”
She cried harder.
“I was afraid.”
I walked away.
Outside, the city lights blurred through the windows.
I touched my grandfather's pendant.
Adrien stood beside me.
“You should know something.”
“What?”
“Your grandfather trusted my father.”
I turned.
“Why?”
“They worked together.”
“On what?”
“Protecting assets from Lucien.”
My heart raced.
“You knew my grandfather?”
“No. I knew his records.”
He held out a photograph.
My grandfather.
Adrien's father.
Another man.
Lucien.
My grandfather had crossed Lucien out with a red mark.
Underneath was a handwritten line.
Never trust the man who smiles when he loses.
I looked at Adrien.
“What happened between them?”
“Lucien betrayed them.”
“Why?”
“He wanted control of Chicago.”
“And did he get it?”
“No.”
Adrien paused.
“My father stopped him.”
“Your father died.”
“Yes.”
“Was Lucien responsible?”
Adrien's expression became cold.
“We never proved it.”
I looked down.
“Then why are you helping me?”
He answered without hesitation.
“Because your grandfather saved my family once.”
He looked at me.
“And because I don't abandon people who have been betrayed.”
Something tightened in my chest.
“Even strangers?”
“You're not a stranger anymore.”
I should have looked away.
I didn't.
He held my gaze.
Then Rocco appeared.
“We found Thomas.”
My father.
“Where?”
“Garage.”
Alive.
But barely.
We ran downstairs.
My father was sitting beside a shattered car, blood on his shirt.
I rushed toward him.
“Dad.”
He looked at me.
For the first time in my life, his expression contained fear.
Not anger.
Fear.
“Elena…”
“What happened?”
He grabbed my wrist.
“Don't trust your mother.”
My heart stopped.
Adrien stepped closer.
“Who attacked you?”
My father struggled to breathe.
“Not the men outside.”
“Who, then?”
His eyes moved toward me.
“Victoria.”
The world seemed to stop.
My sister appeared at the end of the hall.
Her face was blank.
I looked at her.
“Did you know?”
She didn't answer.
“Victoria?”
She whispered,
“They told me you were going to take everything.”
I stared.
“Who told you?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Lucien.”
Adrien's face hardened.
Victoria took a step backward.
“He said you would destroy us.”
“No,” I whispered.
“He said if I helped him, he would keep me as the Whitmore heir.”
I couldn't breathe.
“How?”
“He wanted the pendant.”
My hand moved toward my chest.
Victoria cried.
“I was supposed to take it after the dinner.”
Adrien immediately reached for his weapon.
But I stopped him.
“No.”
Victoria looked at me.
I stepped closer.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to stay the perfect daughter.”
I stared at her.
“You never had to compete with me.”
She laughed through tears.
“That was the problem.”
“What?”
“I knew you were the one Grandpa loved.”
My heart hurt.
Victoria's voice broke.
“He never looked at me the way he looked at you.”
I didn't know what to say.
For years, I had thought she had everything.
Maybe she had spent years terrified that it wasn't hers.
Rocco suddenly shouted from the hall.
“Movement!”
Men entered.
Gunfire.
Adrien pulled me behind him.
Victoria screamed.
My father fell.
I reached for him.
Adrien covered us.
Then something struck the floor beside my hand.
A small envelope.
I picked it up.
Inside was a photograph of my grandfather.
On the back:
ELENA KNOWS WHERE THE ORIGINAL TRUST IS.
I stared at Adrien.
“I don't know.”
His voice softened.
“Then someone wants you to think you do.”
But as I looked at the pendant around my neck, I realized something.
Maybe I did know.
Maybe I had forgotten.
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Maybe my grandfather had hidden the truth in the only place no one thought to search.
Inside my memories.
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