The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: I Will Find Them!

The unforgiving cold mountain air hit Blake, sharp and painful. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Mark," he said when his assistant answered.

There was a pause. Then the shock in Mark’s voice. "Sir? Is everything alright?"

"My daughter is dead," Blake said simply. "She slit her own wrist." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Silence followed.

"No..." Mark whispered. "Miss Natalie? That cannot be... I am so sorry, sir. My condolences. But... are you sure? She... she never seemed like someone who would..."

"I know," Blake replied, his voice dangerously calm. "And that is why I want you to investigate. Check the CCTV around the cabin. Every road, every nearby camera. Look into every communication tied to her name."

Mark hesitated. "But, sir, you forbade her from having a phone or any gadgets. I remember you only gave her a basic phone that accepts calls solely from you and Madam, and she can use it to contact outsiders."

"Exactly," Blake said. "Which means someone came to the cabin and killed her. You need to find out anything. I want answers, Mark. Everything!"

"I understand, sir," Mark replied. "I will start immediately."

Blake ended the call and stared at the dark outline of the forest surrounding the cabin, trying to calm his chaotic mind.

Inside the cabin, he heard his wife still crying. Hearing how sad she was, it pierced his heart like a sharp blade, wounding him deeply.

Hurriedly, Blake returned to the cabin. He saw Grace sitting beside Natalie, holding her hand as if their daughter were only sleeping.

He stood beside his wife and placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Grace," he said softly. "I promise you. If this is not suicide, I will find out who did this to our daughter. And whoever is responsible will also lose their life!"

Grace looked at him through swollen, tear-filled eyes. In his gaze, she saw grief. But more than that, she saw steel. She nodded in agreement with him.

"You should! Or I will never forgive you, Blake..."

...

Several hours later, the Martinez convoy rolled through the iron gates of their city residence.

The mansion, usually bright and lively, stood eerily quiet beneath the night sky.

Lights glowed from every window.

Word of Natalie’s death had traveled faster than grief itself, and by the time Blake stepped out of the car, the entire family was already waiting inside.

Aunts, uncles, cousins, and distant relatives filled the grand hall. Some whispered prayers. Others wept openly.

The moment the coffin was carried in, a chorus of cries erupted, wrapping around the mansion like a funeral shroud.

Blake stood still for a moment, staring at the scene as if watching someone else’s nightmare.

His daughter was gone. His wife was shattered. His family was grieving.

And yet, he could not afford to fall apart.

He spent only a few minutes among them, offering brief words of acknowledgment, accepting condolences with nods instead of tears.

When an elderly aunt squeezed his hand and whispered, "Stay strong," he simply inclined his head and stepped away.

He excused himself with a quiet apology and walked toward his home office.

No one stopped him.

They all knew Blake Martinez grieved differently. He needs to be alone.

Inside his office, the lights were dim.

Blake took a deep sigh as he sat behind the desk like a man preparing for war.

Hours passed.

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