The ArT of Us

The warehouse was cold, damp, and silent except for the occasional drip of water from the rusted ceiling. Aiden sat cross-legged on the floor, laptop balanced on his knees, the small drive plugged in. The faint hum of the machine was the only sound.

“Give me your hands,” he said to Seraphina. “I need both of you for this.”

We leaned closer. Lilith, my voice steadied, heart hammering, I felt the gravity of the moment — this drive wasn’t just numbers and names. It was the truth.

Lines of code scrolled across the screen. Offshore accounts, secret transfers, shell companies — all tied to our father. But as we dug deeper, the folders labeled Lilith caught my attention.

“Here it is,” Aiden whispered. “Encrypted with a triple key… your birth date, your mother’s death date, and a code only someone in the inner circle would know.”

I swallowed. “Open it.”

The laptop beeped. Slowly, painfully, the files decrypted. What we saw made our stomachs turn:

A series of emails between our father and unknown associates, discussing “the accident” — our mother’s car crash. It wasn’t an accident. Every word pointed to planning, manipulation, and cover-up.

Videos — surveillance of our mother’s last days. Not just her death, but meetings she’d had that threatened his empire.

A ledger of “removals” — a chilling euphemism for people who’d opposed him. Names crossed out, payments made. Some weren’t even alive anymore.

Seraphina’s hand shook. “He… he killed her.”

I didn’t answer. My fingers clenched the edge of the laptop. The truth hit like a stormwave — the woman I barely remembered, my mother, had been murdered by the man who claimed to love us.

Aiden’s voice was tight. “And there’s more. Look at this…” He opened another folder labeled Project Rebirth.

Inside were files detailing plans for controlling heirs, reshaping the estate, and — worst of all — our lives. Photographs of our childhood, surveillance logs of us, notes on our behavior. Every step we’d ever taken had been observed, manipulated, and documented.

I took a deep breath. “He’s been trying to… remake me. Make me someone who obeys. Someone who stays.”

Seraphina’s eyes were wide with fury. “Then he won’t get the chance.”

Aiden leaned back, rubbing his face. “We have proof. Enough to destroy him — financially, legally, socially. If we play this right, he won’t survive the fallout.”

I stared at the blinking drive, the rain outside the warehouse slapping against the walls. A plan began to form in my mind — slow, calculated, ruthless.

No more running.

No more hiding.

This was the moment we became predators instead of prey.

And when he realized what we had… my father would finally regret every lie, every crime, every attempt to control us.

Because this time, the game wasn’t his.

It was ours.

the next chapter will be the plan of the story ,

The plan of the three siblings, alot of content and creation .

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