seum," Evelyn murmured briefly as she gazed around, her

s. Instead, he walked straight toward a grand, spiraling s

ys locked?" Evelyn asked again, t

father always said that no one was allowed inside.

Evelyn replied, attempting

key they had found at the Tower of London and inserted it into the oak door's keyhole. With som

cs. Rows of bookshelves lined the walls, filled with dusty books untouched for decades. At the center of the room stood a

uld sense the tension in his movements. With a gentle push, t

em, stacks of ancient documents, and tarnished silver artifacts. A

spered, his eyes fixed on the writing

ongside Alexander. The first page

s not inherited by bl

dden meaning. "What does this mean? Isn't Sterlin

"It seems there is more to this than I ever imagined. The Sterling

"Destroyed? You mean ... your family

sion unreadable. "I need to find out who that family was and what truly

itional documents revealing even darker secrets, deliberately hidden.

remains of the family we replaced. Every trace must be e

this is bigger than just a legacy. This is a conspiracy spanning

burden. "If this is true, then I've been living a lie for years. Whether I like it o

g noise echoed from above. Evelyn and Alexander exchanged te

hat?" Evely

the staircase and switched off their flashlight, plunging them

" Alexander murmur

realizing that whoever was above them ce

detailed the dark history of how the Sterling family had amassed their wealth and power so qu

e original Sterling family was completely wiped out. Their name was stolen,

amily kept this hidden for centuri

p. "To maintain power. To preserve an untouchable dynasty. But this is more than

ears. Evelyn and Alexander exchanged wary glances-who else could possibly know ab

der whispered, "

rate footsteps descending the stairs. Evelyn's pulse qui

ep voice called out

, shielding Evelyn. "I am Alexander St

or light. He was a middle-aged man with sharp features and piercing

, his tone laced with amus

d his eyes. "And

d of warmth. "My name is Arthur Wakefield. I'm

er spine. "What do you mean?"

tory must stay hidden. If this truth gets out, it will destroy everything

this legacy was built on lies and betrayal, then it must be dismantled. I refuse to let

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be, Mr. Sterlin

ed into his suit-pulling out a small p

documents," he

see the tension in his jaw. "You're not

of footsteps echoed from above. Everyone froze, and