The Secret That Was Never Buried
That night, rain fell without thunder.
As if the sky only wanted to watch, not interfere.
Sophia stood before the window of her apartment. City lights glowed dimly behind fogged glass. She had been holding her phone for an hour. The screen was dark. No messages from Ethan. No calls.
Since the emergency meeting earlier that day, everything had changed.
Marcus had attacked through the media.
Not with numbers.
Not with stocks.
But with a single sentence that made Sophia's blood run cold.
"Some deaths in the past may not have been accidents. Especially those involving a certain family."
No names were mentioned.
But everyone knew it was about her mother.
And now…
Marcus had requested a private meeting.
Alone.
The room was on the top floor of an old building owned by Marcus's family. The interior was classic. Dark wood walls. The scent of bitter coffee. Large windows faced the city.
Marcus stood with his back to her.
Straight. Calm.
