Chapter 21

3rd person Pov

The tech room's dim light cast an eerie glow over their faces as Jackson's fingers flew across the keyboard. The only sounds were the clacking of keys and the occasional hum of the cooling system as multiple screens projected information before them.

"Nothing," Jackson muttered, frustration evident in his voice. "Not a single trace of anyone named Kai connected to Amiriah's records."

Catanila leaned closer to the screen, her brow furrowed. "That can't be right. The way she called out to him... he had to be significant."

"Wait," Mikeal said suddenly, pointing to a file that Jackson had just opened. "What's that?"

The screen filled with information that made them all fall silent. Images of a sprawling estate appeared alongside financial records that showed billions in assets and investments.

"Holy shit," Briyah whispered, eyes wide. "Is that—"

"The Spellman family," Jackson confirmed, scrolling through the data. "S City's elite. Not just old money, but the kind of wealth that shapes economies." He paused, looking up at his team. "Amiriah is Amiriah Spellman."

The revelation hung heavy in the air.

"The Spellmans don't just run legitimate businesses," Mikeal added, his voice low. "They control half the underworld in S City. Weapons, drugs, magical Crystals and spears —all beneath a veneer of philanthropy and high society."

More documents filled the screen as Jackson dug deeper. Family photographs showed a striking couple standing proudly on marble steps—Amara and Xavier Spellman, patriarchs of the dynasty. Surrounding them were their children: Hayden, a serious-faced man standing beside a poised woman identified as his wife Tara; the twins Zuri and Zari, nearly identical with calculating eyes; Kario, younger than the rest but with the same commanding presence.

And then, the twins—Amiriah and Lenna Spellman. Mirror images, yet somehow distinct even in the photograph.

"Look at the date stamps," Catanila said, pointing to the hospital records. "She was committed four years ago. 'Danger to herself and others.'"

Jackson clicked through to the psychiatric evaluation. "It says here she attempted to murder her twin sister, Lenna. Tried to stabbed her left a deep cut on the side , then claimed someone else had done it—that she wasn't responsible."

"Dissociative episode?" Briyah suggested.

"Or something worse," Mikeal replied grimly.

As they read further, the story grew more complex. Another file revealed that while Amiriah had been institutionalized, her twin sister Lenna had supposedly died in a boating accident. The family had held an elaborate funeral, covered extensively by society pages.

"Wait," Jackson said, pulling up security footage from an underground nightclub. "This is dated three weeks ago."

The grainy footage showed a woman who could have been Amiriah's double, dancing with abandon in the strobing lights. Her hair was differently styled, but the face was unmistakable.

"They faked Lenna's death," Catanila breathed. "She's alive, but they're keeping her hidden. She only goes out at night, to places where high society wouldn't recognize her."

Jackson continued scrolling through records. "The Spellman family believes Amiriah died in the hospital fire. That's why there's been no search for her—they think she's gone."

Briyah ran her hands through her hair. "So Amiriah family has no idea she survived the fire."

"And somewhere in all of this," Mikeal added, "is a man named Kai who broke her heart so completely she's still calling out for him years later."

Jackson leaned back in his chair, the blue light from the screens reflecting in his eyes. "We're missing something. Something that connects all of this."

The team stared at the fragments of Amiriah's past displayed before them—a shattered mosaic that didn't yet form a complete picture. But one thing was becoming increasingly clear: they had stumbled into something far more dangerous than they could have imagined.

"Her daughter," Catanila said suddenly. "Where does Lani fit into all of this?"

The question hung in the air as Jackson turned back to the keyboard, determined to uncover the remaining pieces of a puzzle that grew more complex with each revelation.