The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 372: [ Volume 1] Chaper - Shocking discovery.

A spoiled, selfish brat from the moment he could walk. He thought he had the world at his feet, but he had one weakness. One thing he could never stand. Someone taking what was his. Touch his things, and it was like detonating a bomb inside him. And all I had to do was pull that pin. Make him snap."

A smirk curled at the edge of her lips. "So I did. I released the information about Cain and me, all the details, the pictures, everything. Just as I expected, Noah couldn’t resist. He bit. He took the bait. But I underestimated him. I didn’t think he’d go this far. This cruel. He kidnapped Cain." Her fingers twitched slightly, recalling the moment. "I had already planted a tracker on Cain, of course. Finding him was a matter of seconds. As soon as he was taken, I saw the signal. The tracker led me straight to the hotel. I could have stormed in, saved Cain, but I wasn’t about to play the hero. No, I had other plans."

She paused, her gaze darkening. "I told my people to meet me at the hotel. Positioned them in the room next door. Everything went according to plan. I watched as Noah got more desperate, more enraged. But what I didn’t expect was how far he’d go. He killed Cain. Just like that. Without a second thought."

Her eyes flashed with the memory of it. "And then... it was time for the show. Time to be the heartbroken lover. Just a little act, a little tear, a little scene. And I did it. It wasn’t hard. And once I had Cain’s body, it was simple to take the suitcase. All I had to do was make sure no one was looking."

Esme’s voice grew colder, more detached. "But now that I lost him... my lover, the one I’d played the part for... I needed to do what any broken lover would do. I needed to go insane. So, I locked myself away. I needed privacy. A place where I could open the laptop. Where I could find the truth. You see, that suitcase wasn’t just some trivial thing. It was everything."

She leaned back again, a dark satisfaction settling over her like a shadow. "And now, with all the pieces in place, I had everything I needed to move forward. "

Esme’s voice trembled slightly, not from fear but from the sheer weight of the revelations she was recounting. "It took me three days—three long days—to open Summer’s files. Every folder, every encrypted document on that laptop, every drive. And the more I uncovered, the more I wished I hadn’t." Her tone turned grave, her eyes distant as though reliving the moment.

"I’d thought... maybe the people following me were after me because of my mother—her return, her enemies, or the Valhalla family’s past. That made sense, didn’t it? But the truth? The truth shook me to my core."

She paused, her hands tightening into fists. "In those files were details that could dismantle the entire beast owners’ community as we know it. It wasn’t just information—it was the history, the secrets they’ve buried for decades. Names of beast owners spanning nearly fifty years, their beasts, ages, families, and... their deaths. Even photos of their beasts—photos taken in secret, without anyone knowing. And what’s worse? The patterns."

Esme leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that dripped with dread. "The deaths. None of them lived past forty. Not a single one. Healthy people—people who trained like soldiers from childhood, disciplined, strong—dying of things that made no sense. Cancer, accidents, fires. One man, who had never touched a drop of alcohol, whose family had no history of illness, suddenly diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctors said he could recover, but he didn’t. He died. Just like that."

Her eyes locked onto her audience, dark with unspoken emotions. "And it doesn’t end there. The graves—Summer... he knew something wasn’t right. He made a video. A video of him digging up one of the beast owners’ coffins. And you know what he found? Nothing. Not a body. Not even ashes. Nothing."

She leaned back, her voice steady but weighted with conviction. "This is why Summer was killed. He was uncovering something they didn’t want anyone to know. He died because he was close to exposing them."

Esme’s recorded voice resonated in the dimly lit room, a haunting melody laced with revelations that none could have anticipated. Her expression on the screen was a blend of grim determination and the raw vulnerability of someone holding back the weight of an unbearable truth.

"In those files," she began, her voice low but deliberate, "I uncovered something I wish I hadn’t. An organization—no name, no face, no trace. Just whispers in the dark and trails that vanish into shadows. Their headquarters? Unknown. Their leaders? Invisible. But their influence? Everywhere."

The room was silent, every word pulling the listeners further into her web of revelations. Ray’s fingers tightened into fists, and the others leaned forward, their faces painted with disbelief.

"And yet," Esme continued, her voice faltering slightly as though grappling with her own fear, "what little I found is enough to shake the foundation of everything we thought we knew. This isn’t just some random group meddling with lives. No, this is calculated. Precise. And it’s terrifying."

She took a sharp breath, her eyes meeting the camera like she was speaking directly to them. "I wanted to tell you sooner, but... how could I? How could I look you in the eye and tell you that your father and mine—our fathers—were part of this? That they were entangled in something so dark, so vile?"

Ray’s gasp broke the heavy air in the room, but no one else moved. Esme’s voice pressed on, each word a knife slicing through their composure.

"From Summer’s final files, I pieced together their methods. This organization doesn’t bother with low-level beast owners. No, they let them live their insignificant lives. But the moment someone rises—becomes powerful, influential—they mark them. And the timer starts ticking. Fifteen years. That’s all they get. Fifteen years with their beasts before death finds them. Every. Single. Time."