My visit to Madam Victoria had left an ache in my heart, but it had also reignited a fire within me. Seeing her fragile frame and hearing her faint voice as she recognized me had solidified my resolve. Wilma might have left her to languish in that retirement facility, but I would make sure she was cared for and loved.Sitting in Jack’s office once again, I found my mind racing with the events of the past few days.Jack sat across from me, his desk cluttered with papers and files. He sipped his coffee as he skimmed through another document, his usual sharp focus evident. I took a deep breath, deciding it was time to voice the next part of my plan.“Jack,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions withi
The morning sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, coaxing me awake. I stretched lazily, savoring the rare feeling of calm. It had been a whirlwind of emotions lately—lawsuits, visits to grandma, and planning for her custody. Yet today, something felt lighter, almost hopeful. As I reached for my phone, the familiar chime of an incoming video call made me smile. The caller ID lit up with William’s name, and my heart warmed at the thought of hearing Lucas’s cheerful voice. I propped the phone against a pillow and swiped to answer. The screen filled with the excited face of my little boy, Lucas. His brown eyes sparkled as he waved enthusiastically. “Mommy!” Lucas’s voice was full of joy, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning, sweetheart! How’s my big boy doing today?” “I’m super happy!” he exclaimed. “Daddy William said we’re going to the park today!” His excitement was infectious, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear. “That’s wonderful, Lucas! You’re goi
The following day, I asked William if I could tag along to this business appointment and I was glad that he actually told me he was really planning to bring me along. For a moment, I just wanted to have a breather while I was in Anacortes gearing up before the first hearing against Wilma begins next month. It’ll be in almost a week from now so the tension was just growing as each day passess by.And when the morning arrived with a crispness in the air that seemed to carry the promise of something new. William had had me to accompany him on this business appointment he had, and though he’d kept the details vague, I was looking forward to the day. As I sipped my morning coffee, I glanced at William, who was checking some documents at the table. His focus was admirable, and I couldn’t help but admire how driven he was. “Are you going to keep me guessing all day, or will you finally tell me where we’re going?” I asked, a teasing smile on my face. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he r
After a few days, a new day began and so our last day in Seattle, the morning with the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains was making me want to stay longer in bed. And as I stretched lazily, still basking in the warmth of the previous evening. William’s surprise dinner and our time together visiting stores and places around Seattle had left me with a renewed sense of joy, but as I sat up in bed, reality started to creep back in.There was so much left unresolved in Anacortes. Wilma’s pending response to the lawsuit, the custody battle for Grandma, and my desire to protect Lucas and secure a stable future—it all loomed over me like a heavy fog.Still, today wasn’t about those challenges, at least not entirely. I had promised William that I’d accompan
“Now all of my ingredients are here, so time for me to bake this quick.” I uttered while putting my hands to begin my preparation.It was a quiet, sunlit morning in the kitchen when I decided to bake cookies for Grandma. The house was still, save for the faint hum of birds chirping outside and the occasional creak of the wooden floors beneath my feet. It had been too long since I’d last brought her something personal, and I wanted to make these cookies extra special. I pulled out flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and vanilla extract from the pantry, carefully arranging them on the counter. Baking wasn’t exactly my forte, but I was determined to give it my best shot. Grandma had always loved the cookies I’d brought her from that little bakeshop near my place in Vancouver. She would light up, her eyes twinkling as she savored the sweetness, thanking me for thinking of her. Today, I wanted to see that same joy in her eyes—but this time, it would come from something I made myself. As
"Margarette," he called, tilting his head, "your face is all red. Are you feeling alright?"William was situated by the counter when his eyes suddenly narrowed, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.Startled, I quickly turned away, pretending to busy myself with the now-clean mixing bowls. "I’m fine," I replied hastily, my voice betraying my flustered state. "It’s just...warm in here.""Warm?" His deep chuckle resonated in the room as he walked closer. "You’ve been blushing since we baked those cookies. Are you sure it’s not something else?"I turned to glare at him, crossing my ar
The sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly broke the peaceful morning. I groggily reached for it on the bedside table, but the moment I saw Jack’s name flash on the screen, I knew something wasn’t right."Hey Jack, what’s up this early in the morning?" I answered, sitting up and brushing my hair from my face."Margarette," Jack’s tone was sharp and urgent, "I’ve got news, and it’s not good.""What’s going on?" I asked, my chest tightening."Wilma just filed for a temporary restraining order against you," he said, and my breath hitched. "She’s claiming that you’re a threat to Madam Victoria and intend to harm her because of your past issues with them. You’re not allowed to see the Madam Victoria for the next twenty days.""What? I promised to come and see Grandma after the hearing next week. I can’t be blocked away like that!" I shouted, the words barely registering. "That’s absurd! I know Wilma’s doing this to keep me from seeing Grandma. She’s twisting everything!"Jack sighed on the
It was early afternoon when I found myself stepping into a cozy, sunlit restaurant nestled in the heart of the city. The gentle hum of chatter and the clinking of silverware set a tranquil tone, but my heart was pounding. I hadn’t seen Regina in years, and now I was about to ask for her help in a matter as delicate as this.I spotted her near the window, her caramel curls catching the sunlight. She looked calm and composed, sipping a glass of iced tea, her eyes scanning the menu. As I approached, she looked up and smiled, a flicker of warmth in her gaze."Margarette," Regina greeted, standing up to hug me. "It’s been a while, isn’t it?.""Yeah, it sure has," I replied, feeling a rush of nostalgia. "Thank you for agreeing to meet up with me. I could only guess you must be busy with your personal life.""Of course. And don’t bother. You sounded like whatever you intend to meet me up today for like it was really that urgent and important." she said, motioning for me to sit.We exchanged
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like this—days that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something older—something like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. He’d been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruin—sometimes all at once.“It’s really over, isn’t it?” I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didn’t answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.“I wanted to fix everything for you,” he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. “I wanted to give you a life that didn’t hurt.”I closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. “You did,” I said. “For a while, you did.”I heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I’m not the same person I was before,” I said, my voice firm, unwavering. “And I’m not walking away this time.”The man’s eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the man’s grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didn’t go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leon—always so calm, always so careful—was ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasn’t over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. “You really think you’ve won?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my life—my family’s betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deaths—stood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leon’s grip on my hand tightened, but I didn’t let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The man—he—smirked, watching us. “You think this will end well? You’ve no idea what you’re up against. My people are everywhere.”I took a step forward, ignoring Leon’s silent plea to retreat. “You killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?” My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadn’t realized I had. “You were wrong.”The man’s face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my father’s tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprints—plans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didn’t.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. “You know that name?”I shook my head. “No. But look here—he signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.”Leon pulled out his phone. “I’ll run a background check.”I kept flipping through the documents—and found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than I’d expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweater—each piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like he’d disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didn’t believe in ghosts. “He’s hiding,” he said as he handed me a thick folder. “And this—this will force him out.”I flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. “Let’s pay him a visit.”The cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearby—he hadn’t slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didn’t speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows we’re desperate—and she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope I’m right.My breath hitched. Mariana—that was my mother’s name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.“Elise’s father wasn’t bluffing,” I breathed, my heart hammering. “He had backup ready.”Leon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharp—a painful reminder that I couldn’t afford to lose control now.“Elise’s father!” I shouted to Leon. “He’s escaping!”Through the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.“Get down!” Leon’s voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldn’t allow myself to hesitate—not now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasn’t going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Elise’s father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the man’s chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didn’t hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadn’t slept—not really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didn’t need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didn’t leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.“How long do you think he’s known I survived?” I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didn’t look away from his mug. “Long enough to start covering his tracks. But he didn’t expect the locket to resurface.”My hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and me—her arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadn’t even remembered until last night.“He killed her,” I whispered. “He killed my father. For what? A project?”“Not just a project,”