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Chapter 2 - The Secret in the Floorboards

Viral Hook: The boys weren't trying to break the nannies. They were trying to protect a secret their father buried.By 7:45 p.m., the dining room was unrecognizable.

The overturned chairs were upright. The spilled milk had been absorbed by a mountain of napkins, and most surprisingly, all four Ralston quadruplets were seated. They weren't eating joyfully, but they were eating. Mason was chewing on an asparagus spear like it was a bitter pill, while Theo kept his eyes glued to his mashed potatoes.

Hannah watched them like a hawk from the head of the table.

Precisely at 7:58 p.m., the double doors swung open. Victor Ralston stepped into the room, his phone pressed to his ear. He was speaking in a clipped, ruthless tone about a multi-million-dollar government contract, but the words died in his throat the moment he looked at the table.

He stopped dead in his tracks. He lowered the phone.

"I'll call you back," Victor muttered, cutting the line without waiting for a response. His piercing gray eyes swept from Mason to Noah, then to the clean floor, and finally to Hannah, who was calmly sipping a glass of water.

"They ate," Victor said, his voice a mixture of disbelief and deep suspicion.

"They did," Hannah replied, checking her watch. "With two minutes to spare. I believe we had a deal, Mr. Ralston."

Victor didn't answer immediately. He walked closer, his presence looming over the table. He looked down at his sons. "What did she do to you?"

"Nothing," Oliver muttered from the end of the table, his voice small. "She... she told us about the wolves."

Victor’s expression hardened instantly. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "What did you say to them, Ms. Brooks?"

"Just a bedtime story about survival, Mr. Ralston," Hannah said, standing up and smoothing down her jeans. "Now, if Mrs. Alvarez could show me to my quarters, I have a son to call before he goes to sleep."

Victor stared at her for a long, agonizing moment. The tension between them was palpable—a clash of old money authority and raw, unfiltered desperation. Finally, he gave a single, curt nod. "Your contract will be ready in the morning. Welcome to the asylum, Hannah."

But the real asylum began at midnight.

Hannah couldn't sleep. The private bedroom she had been assigned on the third floor was larger than her entire apartment in Bridgeport, complete with a plush king-sized bed and Egyptian cotton sheets. Yet, the luxury felt suffocating.

At 12:15 a.m., she heard a faint scratching sound coming from the hallway.

Instinctively, Hannah crept to the door and cracked it open. The hallway was dark, illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering through the high arched windows. Standing at the far end of the corridor, near the locked wing of the house, was Theo. He was holding a small flashlight and a crowbar that looked entirely too heavy for a six-year-old.

Hannah slipped out of her room, making no sound as her bare feet hit the thick carpet. She followed him down the winding staircase to the main library.

Theo wasn't looking for books. He pushed aside a heavy velvet curtain in the corner of the room, revealing a loose wooden floorboard beneath the baseboard. He shoved the crowbar into the crack, his small muscles straining.

"Need some leverage?" Hannah’s voice whispered from the shadows.

Theo jumped, dropping the crowbar with a dull thud. He spun around, his face pale with terror. "You... you're going to tell my dad!"

"I don't tell your dad anything," Hannah said, kneeling down beside him. She picked up the crowbar. "But if you're going to break into a hidden compartment in a house owned by a defense contractor, you should probably use the pry bar correctly."

She jammed the tool into the gap and pressed down with all her weight. The wood groaned and gave way with a sharp crack, revealing a hollow space beneath the floorboards.

Inside was not gold, jewelry, or money.

It was a thick, dust-covered leather journal and a small, cracked digital voice recorder.

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"What is this, Theo?" Hannah asked quietly.

Theo’s lower lip trembled, the fierce, monstrous persona he wore during the day completely vanishing. "It belongs to my mom. Before she died last year, she told me to keep it hidden from Dad. She said if he found it, she would disappear forever." He looked up at Hannah, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "But she disappeared anyway."

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