Chapter 16
The Investigation
Sebastian’s Pov
Another knock.
I gripped the edge of the sink, exhaling slowly.
Every muscle in my body was tight, humming with frustration.
Her scent still lingered on my skin, haunting me.
Damn.
I ran a hand through my damp hair and moved toward the door, adjusting my pants as I walked.
My body still hummed with the memory of her—the softness of her skin, the way she yielded against me, the taste of her mouth.
I cursed under my breath. I needed to focus.
I pulled the door open, my glare landing on my butler.
“What?” I snapped, my patience gone.
He cleared his throat, shifting slightly under my dark mood.
“Alexander has left, sir. I thought you’d want an update on the investigation. The private investigator is waiting in your study.”
I let out a sharp breath and nodded. “Fine.”
As I followed him down the hall, my mind was chaos.
All I could think about was Rachel—how she felt in my arms, the way her lips parted just before I kissed her. The dark desire in her eyes.
I clenched my fists.
Then the image of Alexander grabbing her surfaced, and my lust twisted into rage.
That bastard dared to lay hands on what’s mine. He hurt her.
The fury in my chest cooled the heat in my veins.
By the time I entered my study, I was ready for blood.
My PI stood as I entered, a thick folder in his hands.
“What did you find?” I asked, not bothering to sit.
He didn’t waste time.
“Several large transactions were made to a Swiss offshore account just days before your mother’s accident,” he said, placing the file on my desk. “It took some time, but I traced the account.”
I flipped it open, scanning the documents. My eyes locked on a name.
“This is the account owner?”
“Yes. A young man. Early twenties.”
I frowned. “How does a kid get access to that kind of money?”
“My guess? It wasn’t his to begin with,” the PI said. “The account was likely set up under his name as a cover. We’ll know more after we speak with him.”
I leaned against the desk, thinking.
Three years ago. My mother’s accident.
I shut the file. “Where is he now?”
“My men have him. I assumed you’d want to handle this personally.”
A slow smirk touched my lips. “Good.”
The PI nodded and left. My butler stepped forward. “What about Alexander?” he asked, his voice calm, but I heard the tension underneath.
I exhaled slowly, flexing my fingers. “I want to break every bone he used to touch my woman.”
My butler stiffened. “Rachel? Your woman?”
His tone was careful, but the question was clear.
I dragged a hand over my face. “She’s driving me out of my mind.”
He was silent for a moment. “You need to stay focused, sir. Distractions are dangerous.”
“I know,” I muttered, pushing off the desk. “That’s why we need to move faster. I’m done pretending.”
Before he could reply, my phone buzzed.
My PI.
“We have the boy. You should come now.”
I didn’t hesitate. “On my way.”
I turned to my butler. “With me.”
We took the hidden passage, avoiding the main halls. The air grew colder as we descended underground.
I had a secure area here—soundproof, no cameras. Where secrets stayed buried.
When we entered, I saw him.
The boy sat bound to a chair, eyes darting around the dim room. Younger than I expected. Early twenties, scared eyes. He swallowed hard when he saw me.
I stepped closer, my face blank.
“What happened three years ago?” I asked coldly. “And why is there a fortune in your account?”
He hesitated, fingers twitching. “I—I don’t know,” he stammered.
I tilted my head. “Wrong answer.”
He swallowed. “I swear! My father gave me the account. He said it was a trust fund.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Your father?”
He nodded quickly. “Yes. He told me about it before he went to prison. Said the money was for me. I never questioned it.”
I exchanged a look with my butler.
“What is your father in prison for?” I asked.
The boy’s shoulders tensed. “A car crash.” His voice was barely a whisper.
Something cold slid down my spine.
A car crash. Three years ago.
My mother’s accident.
I took a slow step forward, watching him closely. “Tell me everything.”
His hands shook. “I don’t know much. My father said the account was to take care of me.”
I inhaled sharply.
I turned to my butler. “Make arrangements. We’re visiting his father.”