Once again, Santiago found himself alone with the sleeping woman in his room—
And the growing feeling that something buried far deeper than any of them realized had just begun surfacing.
The capital mansion settled into silence past ten. Most parts of the estate had already quieted—hallway lights dimmed, staff movements softened, the city glittering endlessly beyond the tall windows of Santiago's private floor.
Inside the suite, Daniella still slept.
Mateo finished reviewing the information pulled from her phone and device logs, then lowered the tablet with a quiet exhale. "I can't find anything concrete. No threatening messages. No suspicious calls. No blackmail. No direct trigger." He paused. "The deleted history is mostly fragmented. Doesn't show much triggering content of what has been removed."
Santiago's gaze lifted from where he sat near the windows, expression unchanging though his attention sharpened.
