## Maya's POV
Victor's name hung in the air like a threat. We'd
never heard of him, but Fatima's fear was palpable.
Aisha's eyes narrowed. "What did he do to Father?"
Fatima's voice was barely above a whisper. "I'll tell you everything, but you have to be careful. Victor is ruthless."
I felt a surge of determination. We would uncover the truth, no matter what.
## Aisha's POV
I was consumed by a mix of emotions - anger,
sadness, and determination. We had to know the truth about Father's death.
Maya's grip on my hand tightened. "We'll get to the bottom of this, Aisha."
Fatima handed us a folder filled with documents and photos. "This is all I have. Be careful, girls."
## Fatima's POV
I watched my daughters leave the café,
determination in their eyes. I knew they'd uncover the truth, but I also knew the risks.
I felt a pang of guilt for putting them in danger, but I knew it was necessary. Justice had to be served.
As I walked away, I noticed a suspicious figure following me. My heart sank. Victor's men were already on our trail.
## Scar-faced Man's POV
I followed Fatima, my eyes fixed on her. She
was getting too close to the truth, and I had to stop her.
I made a call, my voice low and urgent. "Fatima's on the move. We need to take care of her and the sisters."
The response was immediate. "We're in position. We'll take them down soon."
I smiled, my plan unfolding perfectly. The truth would remain hidden, and I'd get away with it.