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The next day…The clock in my office ticked incessantly, a stark contrast to the silence engulfing the room. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the image of Leon—no, Richard—over and over. The man’s indifference, his sharp denial, the introduction of his wife. Each detail felt like a dagger twisting deeper into the raw wound in my chest.I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think. And I certainly couldn’t let this go.William’s words echoed in my mind: If Leon were alive, why wouldn’t he have come back to you? It was the most painful question because it was one I couldn’t answer. What could keep him from me?As much as I wanted to storm after Richard and demand answers, I knew I had to approach this carefully. For now, I needed information.The following morning, I called on William and our head of security, Greg. Both of them stood across from me in my office, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.“I need your help,” I began, my voice resolute d
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The phone rang twice before Aunt Lou’s warm voice came through the line.“Margarette, darling! What a surprise,” she said, her tone immediately soothing the storm that had been raging in my chest since last night.“Aunt Lou,” I began, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound composed. “I need to talk to you.”There was a pause, and I could almost picture her setting down whatever she was doing to give me her full attention. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”I swallowed hard, staring out the window at the city skyline. “I saw him. I saw Leon.”The words hung in the air, heavy and surreal.“Margarette,” Aunt Lou said carefully, her voice laced with concern, “Leon is… you know that’s not possible.”“I know what I saw,” I insisted, my grip tightening on the phone. “He’s alive, Aunt Lou. He’s calling himself Richard Ledesma now, and he’s claiming he doesn’t know me. But it’s him—I’d stake my life on it.”There was a long silence on the other end before Aunt Lou spoke again, her voice soft
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The next morning, I woke up with the determination to move my investigation forward. I couldn’t allow myself to second-guess anymore; I needed to confront my doubts head-on. After receiving a late-night message from Greg confirming that the private investigator was analyzing the photos I’d taken, I knew my next step: I had to keep close to Richard without raising suspicion.My phone buzzed with another message—this time from Sarah, Richard’s wife.“Ms. Margarette, it was lovely meeting you at the gala. Richard and I were discussing the possibility of collaborating with your resort. Let’s schedule a meeting.”Her text was polite, professional, and unnervingly convenient. Was this an opportunity or a trap?Later that day, as I sat in the conference room of the casino’s business wing, I prepared myself for the meeting. Sarah had brought the proposal for her travel company to integrate luxury packages with Montefalco Casino Resort. It was a lucrative concept, but my focus was on the man s
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The dinner concluded without any more noticeable tension, but the unease in my chest lingered. I felt as though I was navigating a labyrinth, with Richard—or Leon—deliberately placing roadblocks at every turn. His calculated demeanor only fueled my determination to uncover the truth.The following day, Greg sent a cryptic text: I’ve found something. You’ll want to see this.We met in a secluded café downtown. Greg was seated at a corner table, his laptop open and his expression grim.“What is it?” I asked, sliding into the chair across from him.Greg turned the screen toward me. “I dug into Richard Ledesma’s background. His records only go back three years. Before that, it’s a dead end.”I frowned. “That doesn’t prove anything. People can start fresh.”Greg smirked, shaking his head. “I thought the same, but then I checked immigration records. He entered the country three years ago under the name Richard Ledesma—on the same day Leon Montefalco was declared dead.”My heart stopped. “W
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The air between us crackled with tension as Richard—or Leon—stood there, his face shadowed under the chandelier's light. My breath caught in my throat as every nerve in my body screamed at me to demand the truth.But his expression stopped me cold. There was something different about him. A determination, a vulnerability I hadn't seen in Richard before. It was hauntingly familiar, like the Leon I had known, but more guarded.“Margarette,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Please, we need to talk. Privately.”I folded my arms tightly across my chest, willing my voice not to betray the storm raging inside me. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here after everything, don’t you think?”He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I know how this looks. But I need you to hear me out.”“Do you?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. “Do you need me to hear how you let me think you were dead for over a year? How you’ve been parading around as someone else with a new wi
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The moment Richard walked into my house, the tension between us was palpable. I stood by the window, arms crossed, gazing out at the city lights, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, as if he wasn’t sure whether to sit or stand."Margarette," he began softly, "we need to talk."I turned to face him, meeting his steady gaze. For a second, my heart betrayed me, skipping a beat at the sight of him—so familiar yet so distant. But the pain of his denial and rejection quickly replaced any warmth I felt."We've been talking," I said coldly. "And all you've been doing is denying who you are, Leon. Or should I say Richard?"He flinched slightly at the name, his jaw tightening. "I came here because I need you to stop," he said firmly. "You’re not just hurting yourself; you’re hurting me. And Sarah."At the mention of her name, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Sarah? Of course. Why wouldn’t she be the center of your world now? She’s the reason you’r
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Perhaps the weight of the conversation made the phone feel heavier than usual against my ear.“Do you understand, Greg?” I spoke, attempting to maintain a steady tone. “I need everything about Richard Ledesma—his past, his present, and any connection he might have had to Leon.”“Yes, Ms. Margarette,” the investigator replied on the other end of the line. “I’m already on it. I’ve found some leads that suggest Richard’s timeline before meeting Sarah isn’t as clear as he claims. I’ll update you within the next few days.”“Good,” I murmured, my grip tightening on the phone. “Keep me posted.”I ended the call and stared at the device in my hand, my heart pounding. There was progress, but it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed something solid—something undeniable—to expose Richard for who he truly was.Just as I placed the phone on the table, I felt the couch shift beside me. Turning my head, I found William sitting down, his face calm but his eyes carrying a weight I hadn’t notice
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Guilt had a way of lingering, clinging to the edges of my thoughts like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Ever since my conversation with William yesterday, his words had played on a loop in my mind: “Sometimes, I wonder if I’m just a placeholder until you find what you’re really looking for.”I hated how true those words felt. William had always been there for me, patient and supportive, even when I was consumed by my search for answers about Leon—or Richard, as he now called himself. But in my quest for the truth, I’d been blind to the toll it had taken on the one person who stood by me unconditionally.Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee growing cold in front of me, I decided I needed to make things right. I couldn’t erase the hurt I’d caused, but I could try to show William how much he meant to me.By late morning, I was on my way to William’s office. I’d packed a small box of his favorite pastries and coffee from the café he loved, hoping it would serve as a peace offering
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He burst through the side door with Riley right behind him, guns drawn.Vance froze. But only for a second.He raised the pistol toward me.The shot came—but not from his gun.Riley took him in the shoulder. Vance spun, dropped his weapon, and hit the floor.Leon crossed the room in seconds and pulled me into his arms."What part of 'don’t follow me' did you not understand?" I sobbed into his chest."The part where you thought I’d let you face him alone."We found Marie in the basement, bound but unharmed. Her eyes widened when she saw us, and she broke down as Leon cut the ropes.That morning, we handed Vance to the authorities.The evidence he held? It was real.But so was everything we had.I would carry the truth of my father’s choices. But I would not carry his sins.Leon stood beside me when I addressed the press days later."My father helped build a corrupt empire," I said. "And I’ve spent my life dismantling it. My legacy won’t be silence. It will be justice."It wasn’t over. B
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Letty’s phone rang just as we finished breakfast.Her hand froze above her coffee cup. The ringtone wasn’t her usual chirpy tune—it was that sharp trill reserved for emergencies. The moment she answered, her face went pale.“What happened?” Leon asked before she even hung up.Letty pressed the phone to her chest, like shielding it would make the words less real. “They suspended me. Without cause. Effective immediately.”I stared at her, stunned. “The university board?”She nodded. “The Dean said an anonymous complaint was submitted—allegations of academic misconduct. Plagiarism. Falsifying grades.”Leon’s voice was flat. “Bullshit.”Letty’s laugh was bitter. “Of course it is. But it’s timed perfectly, isn’t it?”My stomach twisted. “That was Christian.”“Who else?” she said, eyes wide with disbelief. “He’s not just attacking from the front. He’s eroding us piece by piece.”I reached out and gripped her hand. “He won’t win.”Letty nodded, but her fingers were cold.By midday, the secon
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The silence in the house wasn’t peace. It was the kind that hummed before a storm, like the breath the earth holds before lightning strikes.It was barely past seven. Leon had taken Elijah and Caleb out for ice cream, partly to give me a moment of rest, partly to shake off the tension none of us wanted to name. I sat alone in the living room of our new home—our temporary fortress—holding the letter Christian Vance had sent, my fingers brushing its torn wax seal again and again.He knew.I didn't know what exactly, but it was enough to unearth the bones of a history we’d spent years trying to bury.The windows rattled softly as the wind picked up outside. I wrapped my arms around myself. My belly, already firm and rounded, shifted with the slight flutter of our daughter’s movements. She always kicked when I was anxious—like she could feel the storm in me.“You’re safe,” I whispered to her, resting my hand against the curve of my bump. “You’re going to be safe.”The front door opened qu
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We had heard of him, of course. Anyone who read financial papers or watched market news did. The sharp-tongued tycoon who’d climbed the corporate ladder with bloody fingers. He was all steel suits, scandalous acquisitions, and the kind of gaze that could unsettle even the most confident businessman.When his yacht anchored off the neighboring island, Leon’s posture changed. Gone was the relaxed man who napped in hammocks and tossed coconuts to our sons. He stood by the window that evening, fingers curled tightly around his glass of whiskey, staring at the horizon like it had betrayed him.“Do you know him?” I asked gently.Leon didn’t answer immediately. “I knew of him. Years ago, we were both candidates for a massive joint venture in Europe. I walked away. He didn’t. He won… and lost half his investors by the following quarter.”“Why is he here?”Leon turned to face me. “That’s the question keeping me awake.”It started small. Strange boats circled our island. Drones hovered far too
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I stood barefoot on the damp sand, the wind weaving through my hair like invisible fingers, the sea humming a lullaby that had become the heartbeat of our peaceful island life. Leon stood beside me, his hand resting on the curve of my growing belly. It had become our evening ritual, watching the sunset together, our two kids—Isla and Theo—laughing somewhere behind us, chasing each other with sticks and seashells.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sound of the waves steady my heart. This place—this little paradise Leon bought for our third child—had become more than a retreat. It was a dream he turned into a promise. But even dreams, I had come to learn, were fragile."She kicked again," I said softly.Leon turned, his eyes lighting up. He dropped to his knees and pressed his ear against my belly. "Hey, little one. You trying to tell us something?"I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. We had built a world here—away from pain, betrayal, and danger. For nearly a year,
