“You know, I figured it would be quite easy for you to know the reason why I would be here,” Victor said. Joe's chest increased as he felt his frustration piling up. Victor hadn’t answered his question yet. Joe felt like he would lose his mind, if victor tried to avoid his question or ask him another question. Surprisingly, Victor didn’t say a word. He just stared blankly at Joe. "Answer my question, Victor. “ Joe said out of impatience. “Why are you here? And what’s really going on in this place?" Victor crossed his arms and leaned casually against a nearby wall, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Fine, fine, I will talk, but I enjoyed messing with you, though.” Joe shot him a glare, and Victor moved his head forward. “Okay, Why am I here? Easy. I sell drugs to rich people." Joe blinked, his brow furrowing. "This looks like more than a drug dealing sight.” Victor’s grin widened. "And you’re right, my dear friend. This is where the elite come to play. Not just rich peopl

Joe followed John closely behind, his curiosity growing at each step he took. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on?” Joe said in a low voice.“You are going to see it soon.” That was the only word John said. He remained quiet as they climbed the grand staircase and walked down a hallway that Joe rarely ventured into. At the end of the corridor, John pushed open a door, revealing a small, state-of-the-art security room filled with monitors, control panels, and blinking lights.Joe stepped inside and looked around, amazed. “I never knew this part of the house existed,” he said, taking in the sleek setup. John smirked. “Not surprised. You don’t strike me as someone who likes to explore.”“You’re right,” Joe admitted, running his hand along one of the counters. “I haven’t even visited most of the estate.”John gestured to one of the screens. “Well, this is where the magic happens. Come here.”Joe moved closer as John clicked a few buttons, pulling up a series of surveillance feeds

“You’ve been in here all morning!” John said as he entered Joe’s father’s study. He glanced around at the clutter of old papers, notebooks, and ledgers Joe had spread across the large oak desk. “I’m looking for answers,” Joe replied, not bothering to look up. His hands sifted through another pile of documents. “I have this feeling in my gut that these threats are bigger than Aaron. There’s something deeper going on here.” John leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms. “Alright, tell me—what have you found so far?” Joe exhaled heavily, holding up one of the letters. “These threatening letters—they’re too identical. Same handwriting, same style, the same words.” He placed the letter down and rubbed his temples. “Aaron couldn’t have written these. He wasn’t even born when the first ones were sent to my dad years ago.” John’s eyes widened. “So you’re saying... Aaron’s father could be behind this?” Joe shook his head. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to find some kind of

The drive to the cottage was tense. Joe sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, replaying Hannah's call in his mind. Timothy glanced over at him flashing him a warm gaze. “She’s going to be fine, buddy?” He said in a low tone. “I hope so!” Joe replied. When they arrived at the cottage, Joe noticed something odd. The windows, which usually had curtains fluttering in the breeze, were shut tight. The house looked eerily still. “Something doesn’t feel right,” Joe muttered. Timothy looked at him. “You sure about this?” Joe didn’t reply. He stepped out of the car, his boots crunching against the gravel. Timothy and John followed close behind. Joe approached the front door and noticed it was slightly ajar. He hesitated, then pushed it open cautiously. “Hannah?” he called out. The inside of the cottage was dark, the air cool and still. Joe took a step inside, his eyes darting around, trying to adjust to the dim light. “Hannah, are you here?” Timothy stayed behind h

Joe sat in his office, his head buried in stacks of papers, but his mind was far from focused. He hadn’t spoken to Hannah for two days, and though he told himself he didn’t care, deep down, he knew that it was a lie. He cared a lot and wished that he could reach out to her. A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He glanced up to see John standing in the doorway, holding his phone with a grim expression. “Have you seen the news?” John asked. Joe leaned back in his chair, confused. “What happened?” John stepped in, his tone serious. “You’d better check your phone. It’s about Aaron.” Joe’s brow furrowed as he grabbed his phone from the desk and opened a news app. The headline blared at him: ‘Aaron White Claims Innocence, Points Fingers at Rosie’s Family.’ Joe read the article in disbelief. Aaron had an interview with the media this morning and he claimed that Joe had wrongfully had him arrested. In a detailed interview, Aaron said, “The real culprits are R