chapter 28
Hidden Threads
It had been a long night. Sleep had evaded me, and when I finally closed my eyes, my thoughts circled back to Bella. I never wanted her to find out about the photographs like that, stumbling into the truth that even I was still trying to piece together.
I sat in my study, staring at the whiskey glass in my hand. The amber liquid swirled like the chaos in my mind. Bella's father, Mark, had once worked for my father as his secretary. It was a fact I had only uncovered recently, and the implications were far-reaching.
The problem wasn't just that they worked together. It was that Mark had left my father's service to work for my uncle, Kevin, my father's younger brother and the man who had schemed to seize control of everything after my parents' deaths.
And the day my parents were killed in that so-called accident? The last person my father had called was Mark.