ShristiAdhikari

The first anniversary of Alexander Rhea’s death should have brought closure, but for investigative reporter Ava Harris, it only deepens the nightmare. A year ago, she thought she had left behind the haunting, manipulative tycoon and bestselling author—but when she picks up his diary on the anniversary of his death, she’s faced with a chilling discovery: a new entry, written in fresh ink.

“To be continued.”

The words send a jolt of terror through Ava, for she knows one undeniable truth: Alexander Rhea has been dead for a year. Or so she thought.

As the memory of their disturbing interview resurfaces, Ava realizes she’s been tangled in a web of lies, power, and dark obsession. Three years ago, she entered Rhea’s mansion to conduct an exclusive interview, expecting the usual. Instead, she was thrust into a twisted psychological game that pushed her to the edge of sanity.

Now, as she revisits the haunting moments of that encounter, Ava uncovers a series of chilling murders—each marked by a cryptic whisper of “Goodnight.”

The closer Ava gets to the truth, the more she feels the unshakable presence of Rhea looming over her. Is he truly gone, or is he manipulating her from beyond the grave? As her investigation unravels, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur, and Ava is forced to confront a terrifying question: What if Alexander Rhea never really died?

SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS

Ava bolted up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She burst into her room, locking the door behind her. The whisper echoed in her mind, chilling her to the bone.

Sleep was impossible. She spent the rest of the night going through the photographs and piecing together fragments of Alexander's life. Who was Elena to him? What had happened to her?

Morning brought no answers, only more questions. Alexander acted as though nothing had happened, his demeanor as cold and composed as ever.

Over breakfast, Ava couldn't hold back anymore. "Why do you keep whispering 'goodnight'?"

Alexander's fork paused mid-air. He looked at her, his expression unreadable. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Last night, in the basement—"

"You went to the basement?" he interrupted, his voice sharp.

Ava faltered. "I... I was curious."

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might lash out. But instead, he stood abruptly. "Stay out of there," he said, his voice cold. "Fory our own good."

The vanishing truth