Who is the Mole

The interrogation room was dimly lit, with only a single bulb illuminating the center of the space where Elena sat, her wrists bound in front of her. Despite her disheveled state, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that hinted at the secrets she held. Alexander stood across from her, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Victor and two other guards stood in the corners, watching her like hawks.

Mia, seated just behind the one-way glass, observed the scene with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. She hadn't wanted to leave Alexander alone, not when this woman claimed to know something so vital, but he had insisted she stay out of direct harm's way.

Elena's gaze flickered up to meet Alexander's. "I can tell you what you want to know, but only if you guarantee my safety. Marco doesn't forgive betrayal."

Alexander leaned forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You're in no position to make demands, Elena. You're lucky we didn't throw you out to fend for yourself. If you have information, you'll speak now, or I'll assume you're wasting my time."

Elena hesitated for a moment, her fingers twitching nervously. Finally, she exhaled. "Fine. Marco's been planning this for years. His ultimate goal isn't just to destroy you, Alexander. He wants control—of your empire, your family, everything. And he's using someone very close to you to do it."

Mia tensed behind the glass, her hand instinctively moving to her belly. The idea that someone close to them could betray their trust was a knife to the heart.

"Who is the mole?" Alexander demanded, his patience thinning.

Elena's lips curled into a grim smile. "Her name is Carla. She's been working for Marco as a spy for over three years. She infiltrated your staff, gained your trust, and has been feeding him information ever since."

Victor stiffened. "Carla? She's one of our longest-serving employees. She's been with the estate since before you married, sir."

"Exactly," Elena said, leaning forward. "That's how she stayed under your radar. Marco is no fool. He planted her where she could do the most damage."

Alexander's mind raced. Carla had always been a quiet, unassuming presence, someone who blended into the background. Could it really be her?

"How do we know you're not lying?" Alexander asked, his voice like ice.

Elena shrugged. "You don't. But if you want proof, I suggest you check her room. Marco gave her a burner phone to contact him. If it's not hidden there, it's somewhere she feels secure."

Victor nodded, already signaling one of the guards to investigate.

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Meanwhile, Mia paced the observation room, her nerves frayed. When Alexander entered, his expression grim, she turned to him immediately.

"Do you believe her?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I don't know," Alexander admitted. "But if she's telling the truth, we need to act fast. I've sent Victor to check Carla's quarters."

Mia bit her lip, worry etched into her face. "What if Marco has more than one mole? What if this is just the beginning?"

Alexander stepped closer, taking her hands in his. "Mia, I won't let anything happen to you or our child. Whatever it takes, I'll put an end to this."

Their moment was interrupted by Victor's return. He held a small burner phone in his gloved hand.

"We found it," he confirmed grimly. "Hidden in the lining of Carla's suitcase."

Mia's heart sank. It was true. Someone they had trusted for years had been betraying them all along.

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Carla was apprehended within the hour. The usually quiet and composed housekeeper was now a panicked, defensive wreck as she was dragged into the same interrogation room Elena had occupied.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Carla cried, her voice shrill. "I've been loyal to this family since the beginning!"

Alexander slammed the burner phone onto the table in front of her. "Explain this, then."

Carla's face went pale. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

"You were working for Marco," Alexander continued, his voice dangerously calm. "You fed him information about our security, our schedules—everything. Why, Carla? What did he offer you?"

Tears streamed down Carla's face. "It wasn't supposed to go this far. He said it was just about information, that no one would get hurt. He threatened my family... I didn't have a choice!"

Mia, who had entered the room despite Alexander's protests, spoke up. Her voice was steady, though her hands trembled. "You had a choice, Carla. And you chose to betray us. Do you know what that could have cost my child? My husband? Our lives?"

Carla's sobs grew louder, but Alexander had heard enough. He signaled for the guards to take her away.

"Get her out of my sight," he said coldly. "And make sure she can't contact Marco again."

As Carla was dragged away, Mia turned to Alexander, her face pale but determined. "This has to end, Alexander. Marco won't stop until he's destroyed everything we've built."

"It will end," Alexander promised, his eyes burning with resolve. "And when it does, Marco will regret ever setting his sights on us."

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That night, as the storm outside began to subside, Mia and Alexander sat together in their bedroom, their hands intertwined. The weight of the day's events hung heavy in the air, but there was also a sense of relief.

They had uncovered the mole. Now, it was time to strike back.