Chapter 2: The Name They Buried

Victorâs expression changed for only a fraction of a second.
But Elena saw it.
Recognition.
Then fear.
He handed his champagne glass to Julian and began walking toward them.
âElena,â Margaret whispered urgently. âYou shouldnât be here.â
âI have to be.â
âYou donât understand what these people are capable of.â
âMy father understood.â
Pain crossed Margaretâs face.
âThomas should have taken you and disappeared when he had the chance.â
Elena stared at her.
âYou knew my father?â
Margaret opened her mouth, but Victor reached them before she could answer.
His public smile was flawless.
âMargaret,â he said warmly. âI didnât know you had arrived.â
âYou werenât supposed to.â
Victorâs eyes shifted toward Elena.
âAnd who is this?â
Elena held his gaze.
âA server.â
Victorâs smile remained in place.
But the warmth vanished.
âI asked for your name.â
âElena Marlowe.â
Julian appeared beside his father.
The moment he heard her last name, his face tightened.
Victor noticed.
âSo,â Victor said quietly. âThomas Marloweâs daughter.â
Nearby guests continued laughing and talking, unaware that an old war had just returned to life.
Elena steadied the tray.
âYou remember him.â
âI remember every employee who betrayed my company.â
âMy father didnât betray you. He found out what you were doing.â
Julian stepped closer.
âThis isnât the place.â
âNo,â Elena said. âThis is exactly the place.â
Margaret touched Elenaâs arm.
âListen to me. Your fatherâs investigation wasnât the only reason Victor wanted him silenced.â
Victorâs jaw tightened.
âMargaret.â
She ignored him.
âElena, your motherâs name wasnât Anna Marlowe.â
Elenaâs breath caught.
âWhat?â
âHer real name was Elizabeth Apex.â
The ballroom seemed to disappear around her.
Margaretâs voice trembled.
âShe was our youngest sister.â
Elena stared at Victor.
Victor Apex was not merely the man who had destroyed her father.
He was her uncle.
âNo,â Elena whispered.
Victor leaned closer.
âYour mother made choices that damaged this family. Thomas filled your head with lies because he wanted revenge.â
âMy father never told me any of this.â
âHe was protecting you,â Margaret said.
Julian glanced toward security.
Crane was already moving.
Victor lowered his voice.
âGive me whatever Thomas left you. Then walk out of this tower. Iâll make sure you never worry about money again.â
Elena almost laughed.
âYou think this is about money?â
âEverything is about money.â
âThatâs why you never understood my father.â
Crane arrived with two guards.
Victor gave him a small nod.
âEscort Miss Marlowe downstairs.â
Margaret stepped between them.
âTouch her and Iâll scream loud enough for every reporter outside to hear.â
Victorâs face hardened.
âYou havenât been part of this family for twenty years.â
âThat doesnât mean I stopped collecting evidence.â
Victor went still.
Elena looked at Margaret.
âWhat evidence?â
Margaretâs eyes filled with regret.
âProof that your motherâs death wasnât an accident either.â
Before Elena could speak, the ballroom lights suddenly dimmed.
The string quartet stopped.
A spotlight illuminated the stage.
The master of ceremonies stepped toward the microphone.
âLadies and gentlemen, please welcome the founder and chairman of Apex Global, Mr. Victor Apex.â
Applause thundered through the ballroom.
Victor smiled again.
He looked at Elena and whispered, âLeave now, and you may live long enough to regret coming here.â
Then he walked toward the stage.
Elena watched him go.
Margaret slipped something cold into her palm.
A key.
âService elevator,â Margaret whispered. âSublevel three. Locker 117.â
May you like
âWhatâs inside?â
âThe reason Victor killed your mother.â