Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 406

[October 10, 1998: Alistair Hart was suddenly very kind to me today. He brought me a bowl of soup. He looked at me as if I were already dead. I know I can't escape. If something happens to me, it will be Alistair Hart, or the person behind him...]

The diary entry ended abruptly.

The name of the “person behind him” was never written.

Perhaps she didn't have time, or perhaps she didn't dare to write it.

Grace closed the diary, a chill running through her body.

So, her so-called father wasn't just cold and distant; he was a calculating demon.

He had known all along that her mother was part of the Helix Line.

He married her, imprisoned her, spied on her, and in the end… tacitly allowed someone else to kill her.

"Damien…"

Grace looked up, her eyes filled with an alarming calmness.

"Tell me, how could a profit-obsessed coward like Alistair Hart dare to touch someone from the Helix Line?"

Damien’s brow furrowed as he took the diary and glanced at it.

"Unless he had someone backing him up. A power more terrifying than the Helix Line, or at least one that could rival it."

"Nemesis Group Inc."

They both said the name at the same time.

The corporation Melissa had mentioned, the one with the logo of the bleeding scales of justice.

Grace clenched her fists.

"Alistair Hart was just a puppet. The real murderer is still at large."

"And maybe…" She glanced around the dark attic. "They're still watching me."

Just like they had watched her mother.

"Don't be afraid."

"Damien."

She spoke suddenly. "Tell me, how does a person survive being locked in a cage for over a decade, drugged and spied on by the person sleeping next to them every day?"

Damien set the bowl down, knelt on one knee before the sofa, and took her icy hand.

"Grace, stop looking at it. You won't be able to take it if you keep going."

"No, I have to."

Grace opened the diary, pointed to the last page, and a smile that looked more painful than tears appeared on her face. "Look."

"I always thought my father didn't like me because I wasn't obedient, because I was a girl. But that wasn't it… From the moment I was born, I was a hostage in his hands."

"When I was little, I tried desperately to get first place in everything just to please him. I would push myself at the piano until my fingers were raw, playing through exhaustion and fevers just to be perfect for him."

"I remember one time I brought my report card home, hoping he would praise me. He didn't even look at it. He just threw it in the trash and called me a curse."

"I didn't understand then, but I do now."