Chapter 2 - The Maid Who Knew Too Much
I had spent my entire life believing secrets were weapons.
The person who knew the truth always had the power.
But that night, standing in the darkness of my mansion, I realized something I had never considered before.
Sometimes, the person carrying the secret was the one being hunted.
The emergency lights slowly turned on.
The hallway returned to a dim red glow.
My security team moved immediately.
Two guards checked the cameras.
Another searched every entrance.
Nobody spoke until I raised my hand.
Silence returned.
My eyes stayed on Emily.
She was still standing beside the desk, holding her phone with both hands.
She looked like someone waiting for a sentence to be announced.
Not by a judge.
By fate.
"Who is the missing daughter?" I asked.
Emily looked down.
"I can't answer that."
I stepped closer.
"You were inside my home. You were threatened inside my home. Someone used your sister to control you."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"You know about my sister?"
"I know enough."
She shook her head.
"No, Mr. Blackwood. You don't."
There was something in her voice.
Not disrespect.
Not anger.
Fear.
The kind of fear people carried when they had seen something they wished they could forget.
I studied her carefully.
For two years, Emily Carter had cleaned my office, prepared my meals, and walked through these hallways unnoticed.
I had always thought that was her choice.
Now I wondered if she had been hiding in plain sight.
"Sit down," I said.
She hesitated.
Then she slowly sat in the chair across from my desk.
I remained standing.
"Start from the beginning."
Emily looked at the floor.
"My sister's name is Lily."
The name meant nothing to me.
Not at first.
Then she continued.
"She disappeared eight years ago."
I felt something shift.
"Disappeared?"
Emily nodded.
"Everyone believed she ran away."
"Did she?"
Her silence answered before her words did.
"No."
The room became quiet.
I looked at the security cameras above the hallway.
"Who told everyone she ran away?"
Emily swallowed.
"The people who raised her."
That sentence caught my attention.
"Raised her?"
She looked at me.
"Lily wasn't my biological sister."
I said nothing.
She continued.
"My mother found her when she was a baby. She was abandoned outside a hospital. My mother took her in."
I leaned against the desk.
"And what does this have to do with me?"
Emily's expression changed.
That was the moment I knew.
There was a connection.
A connection she had been terrified to mention.
"Because Lily wasn't just a missing child."
She paused.
"She was someone else's daughter."
I stared at her.
"Whose?"
Emily looked away.
"Your family's."
The answer landed harder than I expected.
For several seconds, I didn't move.
My family.
Those words had followed me my entire life.
The Blackwood name was built on loyalty, power, and tradition.
But it was also built on silence.
My father had been dead for twelve years.
My mother had passed away when I was young.
The only family I still had were distant relatives who cared more about my money than my blood.
"There is no missing daughter in my family," I said.
Emily looked at me sadly.
"That's what they wanted you to believe."
I walked toward the window.
The city lights outside looked distant.
Cold.
Unreachable.
"Who are they?"
Emily didn't answer.
I turned around.
"Emily."
She flinched.
That reaction told me everything.
She knew.
But she was afraid to say the name.
"Someone inside this mansion?"
Her silence was enough.
My jaw tightened.
I had spent years protecting this house.
Hiring security.
Checking backgrounds.
Knowing every person who entered through my gates.
And somehow...
someone had been hiding a secret under my roof.
"How long have you known?"
Emily's hands tightened around her phone.
"Six months."
"Six months?"
"I found documents in the old storage room."
"What documents?"
She looked at me.
"Documents about Lily."
I walked closer.
"Where are they now?"
Her expression changed.
"They're gone."
"Who took them?"
Emily whispered:
"The same person who found out I had seen them."
The answer made my blood run colder.
"Who?"
She looked toward the door.
Again.
Always the door.
Always afraid someone was listening.
Then she lowered her voice.
"The person you trust the most."
I stared at her.
Everyone in my mansion suddenly appeared in my mind.
My business partners.
My security chief.
My longtime assistant.
The people who had stood beside me for years.
I hated uncertainty.
It was worse than an enemy.
An enemy showed their face.
A traitor smiled.
"Give me a name."
Emily shook her head.
"I can't."
"You expect me to protect you while you hide information from me?"
Her eyes filled with tears.
"I'm trying to protect you."
That sentence stopped me.
Nobody spoke to me like that.
Not because they respected me.
Because they feared me.
But Emily wasn't afraid of my anger.
She was afraid of what would happen if I learned the truth.
"Why?"
She looked down.
"Because when Lily disappeared..."
Her voice cracked.
"Your father was still alive."
The room froze.
My father's name had always been complicated.
A powerful man.
A respected businessman.
A man everyone admired publicly.
But privately?
He was a man surrounded by rumors.
Deals nobody understood.
Enemies nobody mentioned.
Secrets nobody questioned.
"What did my father have to do with Lily?"
Emily opened her mouth.
Then stopped.
A sound interrupted us.
A soft click.
From outside the room.
Someone had moved.
My guards immediately turned.
I opened the door.
The hallway was empty.
But something was lying on the floor.
An envelope.
No name.
No address.
Just my initials.
A.B.
I picked it up.
Emily stood behind me, trembling.
"Don't open that."
I looked at her.
"Why?"
"Because whoever left it wants you to."
That was exactly why I opened it.
Inside was one photograph.
An old photograph.
A baby wrapped in a white blanket.
Standing beside her was a woman I recognized.
My mother.
My hand tightened around the picture.
Because written on the back was a date.
The date was eight years before I was born.
And underneath it...
a name.
"Lily Blackwood."
I looked at Emily.
She looked back at me.
Neither of us spoke.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I answered.
A man's voice came through.
"Mr. Blackwood."
I said nothing.
The voice continued.
"You finally found the photograph."
My eyes narrowed.
"Who is this?"
A quiet laugh followed.
"The person who knows what really happened to Lily."
I looked at Emily.
She was already crying.
Then the man said one more sentence.
"The problem is..."
A pause.
"She never disappeared."
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The call ended.
And at that exact moment, the lights in the mansion went out again.
