Chapter 2 - My Mother Had Paid Sophia to Disappear—But the Letter She Never Meant Me to Find Revealed Someone Had Threatened to Kill Our DaughterI did not sleep that night.
Neither did anyone else in the estate.
The party ended early.
Guests were escorted out.
The musicians packed their instruments.
The champagne was poured down the sink.
The decorations remained.
Six thousand lights still glowed.
But the mansion no longer felt like Christmas.
It felt like a crime scene.
Lily slept in my study.
I had a blanket brought in.
A small bed was prepared beside the fireplace.
She refused to let go of my hand until she fell asleep.
I sat beside her.
I watched her breathe.
Every few minutes, she frowned in her sleep.
Sometimes she whispered,
“Mommy.”
Sometimes:
“Daddy.”
Each time, my heart broke.
I had a daughter.
For three years, I had been living without knowing she existed.
I thought of Sophia.
Her smile.
Her stubbornness.
The way she argued.
The way she hated lies.
The way she had once told me:
“Dominic, if you ever choose power over people, I'll leave.”
Maybe she had.
Maybe she had looked at my world and decided to disappear.
But then why hide our child?
Why accept money from my mother?
Why leave a photograph?
And why had my mother lied?
I returned to the safe.
The file was still on the desk.
I opened it again.
There were dozens of pages.
Some were business documents.
Others were personal.
One document made me stop.
A legal agreement between my mother and Sophia.
CONFIDENTIALITY AND PROTECTIVE SEPARATION AGREEMENT.
The wording was clinical.
Sophia agreed to disappear from New York.
She agreed never to contact me.
In exchange, my mother would provide financial support.
The stated reason:
Protection from organized threats.
I read it twice.
Then I saw something handwritten in the margin.
A note.
She has until birth.
My stomach twisted.
Birth of Lily.
Someone had been counting down.
I turned another page.
A medical report.
Sophia had been pregnant.
The report mentioned complications.
Stress.
Threat exposure.
Then a handwritten sentence.
If the father learns of the child, the threat becomes active.
I looked toward Lily.
My daughter.
The threat had been me knowing.
I called my private investigator.
“Find everything about Sophia Carter from four years ago.”
“We already have some records.”
“Not enough.”
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
Hospitals.
Travel.
Banking.
Friends.
Phones.
Addresses.
Every person who spoke to her.
I gave him the information.
Then I turned to Enzo.
“Where is my mother?”
“She left the estate.”
“Find her.”
He hesitated.
“Alive?”
I looked at him.
“Bring her back.”
He nodded.
I returned to Lily.
She woke at sunrise.
“Daddy?”
I froze.
She had said it again.
I smiled.
“Yes.”
She sat up.
“Mommy coming?”
“I don't know.”
She frowned.
“She promised.”
“I know.”
“Promises are important.”
“Yes.”
“Will you help?”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“Okay.”
Then she climbed into my arms.
I held her.
I didn't care that two guards were watching.
I didn't care what anyone thought.
For the first time in my life, I didn't care about appearances.
I cared about my child.
Later that morning, I received a call.
My investigator.
“Boss.”
“Yes?”
“We found Sophia.”
My heart stopped.
“Where?”
“She's alive.”
“Where?”
“She has been living under another name.”
“Where?”
“New Hampshire.”
I stood.
“Send me the address.”
“There is more.”
“What?”
“She isn't alone.”
My stomach tightened.
“Who is with her?”
“A woman named Elena Walsh.”
I knew the name.
My mother's former assistant.
She had disappeared four years ago.
I had been told she resigned.
Apparently not.
“Anything else?”
“Yes.”
He hesitated.
“We found financial records.”
“Whose?”
“Sophia received payments from your mother.”
“I know.”
“Those aren't the payments I'm talking about.”
I waited.
“She also received money from a second account.”
“Whose?”
“Blackwood Security.”
I frowned.
I knew the company.
Private security firm.
Owned by a man named Adrian Black.
A business rival.
Someone who had tried to enter my territory for years.
I hung up.
Something didn't fit.
If my mother had been protecting Sophia, why would a rival also be paying her?
I went through the evidence again.
Then I found another envelope hidden beneath the legal agreement.
My name was on it.
The handwriting was Sophia's.
I opened it.
One page.
Dominic,
If you're reading this, then something has gone wrong.
I couldn't breathe.
I didn't leave you because I stopped loving you.
I closed my eyes.
I left because someone promised to kill our daughter if I stayed.
My hand shook.
Your mother believed she could protect us.
I believed her because she said she had already lost one child to this world.
I stopped.
One child?
What did that mean?
The letter continued.
But your mother wasn't the only person involved.
There is someone in your inner circle who has been watching me from the beginning.
I couldn't tell you his name.
If he learned I was writing this, Grace would never survive.
Grace.
No.
Lily.
Maybe Grace was another name.
At the bottom:
Trust Enzo.
I stared.
Enzo had been beside me for fifteen years.
Sophia trusted him.
That mattered.
I read the final sentence.
Do not marry Isabella.
I dropped the letter.
The room suddenly felt too small.
I had been planning to marry Isabella.
Sophia had warned me not to.
Why?
I walked into the hallway.
Isabella stood at the end.
She smiled.
“Good morning.”
I stared at her.
“Did you know Sophia was alive?”
Her smile disappeared.
“What?”
“Answer me.”
“No.”
“Did my mother ever speak to you about her?”
Silence.
“Isabella.”
She looked frightened.
“No.”
“You're lying.”
She stepped back.
“I swear.”
“Then why were you in the family study last night?”
Her eyes widened.
“How do you know that?”
Because Enzo had shown me security footage.
Isabella had entered the study at 1:15 a.m.
She had opened the safe.
She had searched the same file.
I hadn't confronted her yet.
Now I did.
“What were you looking for?”
“Nothing.”
“That's impossible.”
“I was worried.”
“About Sophia?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She started crying.
“I knew your mother was hiding something.”
“You said you knew nothing.”
“I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
She looked toward Lily.
“Her.”
That answer terrified me.
“Why?”
“Because if the truth comes out, everything changes.”
I stared.
“What truth?”
She shook her head.
“I can't.”
“Then you're finished.”
I turned away.
She grabbed my arm.
“Dominic, listen to me.”
I stopped.
“There are people inside your organization who want you dead.”
“I know.”
“They don't want the company.”
“What do they want?”
She whispered,
“Your father's old territory.”
I stared.
Then she said something else.
“The person who killed your father is still alive.”
My blood froze.
My father had died when I was twelve.
A car explosion.
Everyone said it was an accident.
Later, my mother told me it was business.
I had never questioned it.
But Isabella knew.
“How?”
She refused to answer.
Enzo arrived.
“Boss.”
“Yes?”
“We have a problem.”
“What?”
He handed me a phone.
A photograph.
Sophia.
Taken that morning.
She was standing outside a farmhouse.
And beside her—
an older man.
My father's former driver.
A man named Matteo.
I knew him.
He had supposedly died in the same explosion.
I stared at the image.
Then Enzo said:
“Matteo wants to meet.”
“Where?”
“Tonight.”
“Why?”
“He says he knows why Sophia disappeared.”
I looked toward Lily.
Then at the photograph.
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My family's dead were apparently not as dead as I had been taught.
And someone had spent four years making sure I never noticed.
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