The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a world Elara had never imagined.
Marble floors. Walls of glass. A skyline view of Lagos so breathtaking, it made her pause.
"This was your father's main residence," Mr. Kingsley said. "He hadn't brought anyone here in months. Not even his wife."
Elara stepped forward slowly, her boots echoing in the silence. The air smelled like leather and old cologne.
Everything was perfectly clean — but untouched. No personal photos. No framed awards. Just sharp furniture and shadows.
She stopped in front of a locked door.
"What's in here?"
Kingsley hesitated. "That was his private study. I don't have the key."
Elara frowned. "Break it."
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Later that night, she returned alone. Her thoughts were a mess — inheritance, legal traps, enemies in heels.
She touched the study door again.
And this time, it opened.
Inside was a dim room, bookshelves lining the walls, a desk, and…
A single framed photo.
She stepped closer. It wasn't Nicholas alone.
It was him… holding a baby.
The baby had her eyes.
Beside the photo, tucked inside a drawer, was a sealed envelope.
It was addressed to:
> Elara Rivers — In case I'm gone before I can tell you the truth.
Her fingers trembled.
But before she could open it, a faint noise came from outside the room.
A door had creaked.
She wasn't alone.
Elara's about to uncover a hidden truth… but someone else is watching — and they don't want her to read that letter.Chapter 6 drops tomorrow... and someone's about to learn the truth they were never supposed to know.