Dee somehow co toel herself .
She doesn't know anything. She can't trust anyone fully so she remain silent .
Even with Rayyan .
Days in Rayyan's mansion began to take on a strange kind of rhythm. Dee had thought she'd never get used to this world — the wide marble halls, the glittering chandeliers, the quiet rustle of servants who always seemed to know exactly when she wanted tea or a blanket.
Rayyan's parents treated her with a warmth that felt almost disarming. His mother, graceful and sharp-eyed, would fuss over her meals, while his father's dry humor made her laugh at the dinner table. Even Rayyan himself seemed softer here, though they still bickered over small things — the way she left books lying around, or how he always managed to "accidentally" drink from her coffee mug.
Sometimes, when she caught herself smiling, Dee told herself to let her wild suspicions go. Maybe, just maybe, she could live without searching for trouble in every corner.
But peace never stayed long.she still remember the memories of all and they haunt her every night .
Days went by and uncle Richard returned one crisp evening, stepping into the warm light of the drawing room with his usual charm. Dee rose to greet him, and as their hands met, her vision snapped — blinding white walls, the hiss of an air vent, the bite of restraints around her wrists and ankles. She lay on a hospital bed, too bright, too cold, with shadowed figures in white coats leaning over her. A needle pressed into her arm.
And behind the glass — Richard. Watching.
The vision tore away so suddenly she staggered, fingers slipping from his.
"Dee? Are you alright?" Rayyan's voice was close, concerned. His parents looked up from the sofa.
She forced a smile, her throat dry. "Yeah… just dizzy for a second. Nothing."
Dinner passed in a haze she could barely taste. She told herself to remain calm . She kept her eyes on her plate, trying not to glance at Richard, afraid that another touch might drag her back into that white nightmare. But when the evening wound down and he prepared to leave, politeness demanded a handshake.
She hesitated before offering her hand.
The vision slammed into her again.
This time it wasn't her — it was a girl. Younger. Strikingly familiar in the line of her jaw, the dark gleam of her eyes. She was cornered in an alley, rough hands shoving her back. Gangsters surrounded her. A blow landed, and she fell. Something in her face — in her expression — reminded Dee painfully of Rayyan.
The world snapped back. Richard's polite smile was still in place.
"Goodnight, Dee."
She murmured something vague in return, mind racing.
Later, while the house was quiet, Dee managed to catch Richard alone in the hall before he stepped out. Her voice was light, playful even. "You should give me your number — in case I ever need a… business favor."
"Oh that's good I will be happy to help".
He chuckled, offering it without suspicion.
"Bye dear" Richard says and go away .
By the time his car pulled away, she already had her phone out, sliding in the tracker program she'd used before. His location blinked to life on the screen.
But the gnawing curiosity didn't stop there.
Hours later, when the house was dark and the staff had retreated, Dee slipped out of her room barefoot, phone clutched in hand. She moved quietly, glancing around each corner. Something about this mansion still felt too… perfect.
She tried a door on the second floor — locked. Another, in the west wing — storage. Then she remembered the basement.
The stairwell was narrow and colder than the rest of the house. She padded down, heart thudding in the silence. At the end of the hall, an unmarked door waited.
The handle turned under her hand.
The door creaked open — but before she could step inside, a light tap landed on her shoulder.
She froze. Slowly, she turned.
Rayyan stood behind her, one eyebrow raised, arms folded. "And what exactly do you think you're doing in my basement at…" he glanced at his watch, "…two-fifteen in the morning?"
Dee's pulse jumped. "I couldn't sleep."
"Right." His gaze flicked to the half-open door. "So you decided to… play hide-and-seek with yourself?"
She stepped back from the threshold, trying for casual. "Just curious."
He stepped closer, closing the door firmly. "Curiosity can get you in trouble here, Dee." His voice was low, not angry, but edged with something unreadable. "You should stick to the parts of the house meant for you."
She tilted her chin. "And what's in there that isn't meant for me?"
He smiled faintly, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Another time, maybe. If I decide you are ready. And I prepare myself to being that topic again ."
That topic Dee find it strange but atleast he says something.
They stood there for a long moment, the cold of the basement seeping into her skin, until finally he gestured toward the stairs. "Come on. Before you freeze to death down here."
Dee followed, but her mind was already elsewhere — on Richard's visions, the girl in the alley, and she enters her room locked door behind her.
"Hey Dee is everything okay" Rayyan ask behind the door .
"Yeah everything is fine . I'm sleeply" Dee says and went to her bed .
She on her phone. Luckily she knows about the gps tracker it's Rayyan who teach her that when they are in Vienna he tells that it's something important so she download it .
She find Richard location. It's in the remote village far away from the city .
Things are getting more serious and entangled.
She knows it's getting dangerous to but she have to find it especially when she's involved and one girl died and she knew one thing for sure. She wasn't letting this go.
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