Chapter 13

This is where everything goes wrong lol

Dehrin's POV

The atmosphere in the office was thick with tension, the air practically humming with rage. The documents containing the mapped-out locations of our four critical weapon shipments were nowhere to be found. We still had the data, sure, but these were different. Special. Strategically mapped out. And now, gone.

To make matters worse, the security cameras had conveniently decided to take a fucking nap at the exact time the documents went missing. Someone had planned this. Someone had walked in and taken them under our fucking noses.

The air was thick with rage. Zyran was the worst of all of us. His silence was deadly, a storm brewing under the surface. I had seen him pissed before—hell, we all had—but this? This was different. Cihan was controlling his temper better, but I could see the tension in his hands, the way he kept running them through his hair while grilling our trusted guards.

Rezan leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, his expression dark but eerily calm. And me? I was watching it all unfold, a pit forming in my stomach.

This wasn't a minor mistake. This was a breach.

Zyran's office was one of the most secure places in the mansion. Whoever had taken those documents had not only managed to get past the heavy security measures but had also tampered with the cameras. That alone was enough to have someone tortured for days before getting put in the ground.

A knock at the door cut through the heated tension.

"Come in," Zyran ordered, his voice void of patience.

Irem walked in, her posture stiff, hands clasped in front of her like she was expecting something unpleasant. Zyran's gaze sharpened on her immediately.

"Who was the last person in my office before the documents disappeared?" His tone left no room for games.

Irem didn't hesitate. "The maid, Yerenica."

Silence.

A beat passed before anyone reacted, but I felt the collective intake of breath from my brothers.

No. No fucking way.

"She was cleaning in that wing at the time, sir," Irem continued, oblivious to or maybe relishing the sudden shift in the room's energy. "Specifically requested it, actually. Seemed quite eager. A little too eager, if you ask me."

My fingers curled into fists.

"Be sure, Irem," Zyran said slowly, voice dangerously low.

She didn't even blink. "I am sure. I saw her myself."

Rezan exhaled through his nose, a slow, measured sound, but his eyes were sharp, calculating. Cihan's jaw clenched, his usual composed demeanor wavering just enough for me to notice.

And me? I didn't know what the fuck to think.

Yerenica, a traitor? A mole? It was fucking nonsense. It had to be.

"She's always snooping around, sir," Irem continued, her tone laced with disdain. "I've caught her talking to the guards more than once. Mingling where she shouldn't be. Watching things she shouldn't see."

My stomach churned.

"She's a naive girl," I bit out, barely realizing I was speaking. "Not a fucking spy."

Irem turned her gaze to me, her expression unimpressed. "A naive girl who was seen walking out of the office with papers."

It felt like the floor shifted beneath me.

One of the guards, Cihan's trusted men, spoke up then, voice slow, deliberate. "Is she the same girl I saw leaving the office earlier? Looked a little nervous... carrying some documents?"

My heart fucking stopped.

Zyran's expression hardened into something lethal, something unreadable. He didn't even look at me. His attention remained on Irem and the guard. "And you're sure of this?"

"Positive."

My throat felt tight. My mind screamed at me that this wasn't true, that this was some kind of sick setup. But the way the pieces were lining up, the documents missing, the security footage wiped, and now Yerenica being the last one seen near the office, it was undeniable.

I wanted to deny it. Wanted to punch the wall and call bullshit. But the anger, the hurt, the betrayal—it was clawing at me, tightening in my chest like a fucking vice.

She had been different. Like a ray of sunlight that didn't belong in this dark, messed-up world. The first time I saw her, something hit me in the chest like a punch, sharp and unexpected. She was just a kid. Too young, too innocent. Those eyes of hers, they were too sweet, too damn pure.

I watched her as she moved around the house, doing her thing, looking so out of place. And I couldn't figure out why, but there was this thing inside me. A need. A need to make sure she was safe. I didn't get it. It felt stupid, and yet, I couldn't shake it. I just kept watching her, keeping tabs on her like it was instinct.

And then there was this dangerous urge that came over me—this primal need to tear apart anyone who even thought about laying the wrong kind of eyes on her.

It didn't make sense. I didn't even trust her, didn't even know her. But for some stupid reason, I felt like I had to protect her. Like she mattered. It was reckless, it was fucking stupid, and I hated how much I didn't care.

But now? Now all I could see was her walking out of that office, hands clutching papers that weren't hers, putting everything we built in fucking danger.

Betrayal had only one sentence in our world. Death.

Zyran exhaled slowly, his voice colder than I'd ever heard it. "Bring that girl to the basement cellar."

Fuck.

I didn't react. I couldn't.

I just watched as the guards nodded and left the room, their footsteps echoing down the hall like a death sentence.

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