Logan’s voice echoed through the study, cold and sharp. My chest tightened as I froze, my fingers clutching the adoption papers. His eyes locked on me, narrowing as he stepped inside, his footsteps deliberate and heavy.
“Scarlett,” he said again, this time softer but no less threatening. “What are you doing in here?”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “I-I was just looking for something.”
He tilted his head, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “In a locked cabinet? Really?”
My mind raced. I had to think of something, anything, to get out of this. “I saw a key, and I got curious. Why is this locked anyway? What are you hiding?” I shot back, trying to sound braver than I felt.
Logan’s expression hardened. He crossed the room in seconds, his towering presence looming over me. “You shouldn’t be snooping, Scarlett.”
I took a step back, clutching the file behind me. “Why not? What’s in these files? Why do they have my name? My photo?”
His jaw tightened. "Give that to me.”
“No.” My voice trembled, but I held my ground. “Not until you tell me the truth. What is Project Scarlett? Why are there adoption papers with my name on them? What have you been lying about, Logan?”
For a moment, he looked genuinely torn. A flicker of something—regret? Pain?—crossed his face, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice low. “I did everything to protect you.”
“Protect me?” I repeated, my voice rising. “By lying to me? By working with my father behind my back? What even is this?!”
Logan ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. “It’s complicated. Just trust me, Scarlett.”
I laughed bitterly. “Trust you? After everything I’ve found? How can I trust you?”
Before he could respond, my phone buzzed on the desk. Both our eyes darted to it. The unknown number again.
“Don’t answer that,” Logan said quickly.
I grabbed it before he could stop me. “Hello?”
“Scarlett,” the deep voice said again. “Get out of there. Now. He’s not who you think he is.”
I glanced at Logan, whose face had gone pale. “Who are you? What do you mean?”
“I’m the only one who can help you,” the voice continued. “But you need to leave before it’s too late.”
Logan lunged for the phone, but I yanked it away. “Scarlett, hang up!” he snapped.
“Why? Who is this?!” I demanded, holding the phone tighter.
The line went dead.
Logan’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. “Give me the phone, Scarlett.”
“No!” I yelled, pulling away. “Not until you tell me the truth!”
He hesitated, his grip loosening slightly. “It’s not safe for you to know. Just trust me. Please.”
Something in his voice made me falter. Was he… afraid? But of what? Or who?
Before I could decide what to do, the study door burst open, and my father strode in, his face dark with anger. “What’s going on here?”
Logan immediately stepped back, his usual composed mask slipping back into place. “Scarlett found the files,” he said, his voice calm but firm.
My father’s eyes flicked to the open cabinet and the papers in my hand. His expression turned icy. “Scarlett, put those down.”
I shook my head. “No. Not until you both tell me the truth. What is this about? What have you been hiding from me?”
“Scarlett,” my father said, his tone dangerously low, “you don’t understand what you’re getting yourself into. This isn’t a game.”
“Then explain it to me!” I shouted. “Because right now, it feels like my entire life has been a lie!”
Neither of them answered. The tension in the room was suffocating.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed again. This time, a text popped up on the screen: “RUN.”
I barely had time to react before the sound of shattering glass filled the room. A smoke grenade rolled across the floor, hissing as thick, white smoke filled the air.
“Scarlett!” Logan yelled, grabbing my arm.
I coughed, my eyes stinging as I tried to see through the haze. “What’s happening?”
“We need to get out of here,” Logan said, dragging me toward the door.
But before we could reach it, a shadowy figure stepped through the smoke, blocking our path.
“Not so fast,” a deep voice said.
It was Caleb.
Logan froze, his grip on me tightening. “You,” he hissed.
Caleb’s eyes flicked to me. “Scarlett, come with me. Now.”
I hesitated, torn between the two men. Logan had lied to me, betrayed me. But Caleb—how could I trust him?
“Scarlett,” Caleb said urgently. “You don’t have time to doubt me. If you stay here, you’ll regret it.”
Logan pulled me closer. “Don’t listen to him. He’s dangerous.”
“And you’re not?” Caleb shot back, his voice cold.
The room spun as panic set in. I didn’t know who to trust, who to believe.
“Scarlett,” Caleb said again, his hand outstretched. “Choose.”
The smoke cleared just enough for me to see the gun in Caleb’s hand—aimed directly at Logan.
