Later that afternoon, William called to check in. His voice brought me some solace, but I couldn’t tell him everything—not yet.“How’s Lucas?” he asked.“Better,” I said, trying to sound upbeat. “The doctors are confident he’ll be discharged soon.”“That’s great to hear,” William said, relief evident in his voice. “I’ll wrap up here as quickly as I can and head back.”“There’s no rush,” I assured him. “Lucas is stable now, and we’ll manage until you return.”“I still hate being away,” he admitted. “But I trust you, Margarette. If there’s anything you need, call me.”“I will,” I promised, my chest tightening with guilt. William trusted me, but I was keeping something from him—something that could potentially shake the foundation of our family.By the time Lucas was discharged, he was back to his cheerful self, chattering away about the stuffed bear he named “Dr. Cuddles” and how brave he had been. I smiled and nodded, but my thoughts were elsewhere.As I packed our things, I resolved to
One evening, as I sat by the fireplace with a cup of tea, the investigator finally called. My hands trembled slightly as I answered.“Margarette, this is Gerald. I’ve got some preliminary findings on Richard.”My heart pounded. “Go on.”“Richard is… an anomaly,” Gerald began. “His official records only go back about six years. Before that, there’s no trace of him. No birth certificate, no educational history, nothing.”“What?” I said, confused. “That doesn’t make any sense.”“Exactly,” he replied. “It’s as if he appeared out of nowhere. But here’s where it gets even stranger—his fingerprints match those of Leon Everett, who was declared deceased five years ago.”My breath hitched. “Leon? But how—why—?”“That’s what I’m trying to piece together,” Gerald said. “I need more time to dig deeper, but I thought you’d want to know this right away.”“Thank you,” I whispered, my mind racing.“Be careful, Margarette,” he added. “If this man is hiding his identity, there’s usually a reason.”After
The night after Richard’s—or Leon’s—sudden disappearance weighed heavily on me. The cryptic warning he’d given me to “stay safe” and “let it go” played over and over in my mind. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.What was he running from, and why couldn’t he trust me with the truth? The Leon I knew was never this evasive—he was strong, determined, and transparent. Whoever this man was now, he was a shadow of the person I had loved.I didn’t sleep that night. My thoughts churned, a storm brewing in my chest. When morning came, I made a decision: I needed answers, and I needed them now.Lucas had woken up feeling better, though he still had a slight fever. I decided to take him to the hospital for a follow-up checkup. The thought of another encounter with Richard filled me with both anticipation and dread, but Lucas’s health came first.As I sat in the waiting area, watching Lucas play with his toy truck, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from William.William: Everything is progressing faste
The name Victor reverberated in my mind, lingering like an ominous echo. What had Gerald uncovered that connected this mysterious man to Leon—or rather, Richard? And if this Victor was as dangerous as Gerald hinted, what was I up against?Lucas stirred in his sleep, mumbling softly as I sat by his bedside. His fever had broken, and his tiny face looked peaceful now, but my heart remained restless.By the next morning, the unease hadn’t left me. William called to check in, his warm voice reminding me how far removed he was from the storm brewing here.“I’ll be home tomorrow,” he said, sounding relieved. “Is everything alright there?”“Yes,” I lied. “Lucas is much better now.”“That’s good,” he said, a pause lingering before he added, “Margarette, are you okay?”I hesitated. “Just tired, that’s all.”He didn’t press, but I could tell he wanted to. The guilt of keeping him in the dark gnawed at me, but how could I explain this tangled mess without sounding insane?I decided to take Lucas
The days following Richard’s—no, Leon’s—visit were a haze of confusion and paranoia. Every shadow seemed longer, every noise louder. Richard’s warning lingered in my ears, haunting me: “Stay out of it. For your own good.”But I couldn’t.I stared at Lucas, his small chest rising and falling in his sleep, and my resolve solidified. I had to uncover the truth—not just for myself, but for him. If Victor Grey truly was tied to Leon’s disappearance and Richard’s cryptic behavior, then ignoring it wouldn’t make the danger go away.It was late afternoon when Gerald called me, his tone hurried and anxious.“Margarette, I’ve uncovered something.”I gripped the phone tighter. “What? What did you find?”“You need to come to my office immediately,” he said. “I can’t discuss this over the phone.”My heart hammered in my chest. “I’ll be right there.”I glanced at Lucas, who was busy coloring at the table. The sitter I’d hired to help during William’s absence was already here, so I knew Lucas would b
The hours that followed felt like a frantic game of chess. Every single move had to be calculated, every possibility weighed, because one wrong step could unravel everything—and place Lucas directly in Victor’s crosshairs.Leon paced the length of the kitchen, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. I sat at the table, the weight of our plan pressing against my chest like an invisible force.“Gerald needs to disappear for a while,” Leon muttered, more to himself than to me. “If Victor knows he’s been digging, Gerald will be his first target.”“Disappear?” I repeated, feeling my pulse spike. “How? Where can he go that Victor won’t find him?”Leon stopped pacing and turned to face me. “I know people. Trust me, they’ll make sure Gerald is safe until we have something solid against Victor.”Something about the certainty in his voice calmed me, even as doubt lingered at the edges of my mind. Leon was different now—sharper, harder, as if the man I once knew had been forced to don an impenetr
The hours bled into days, and life felt like a storm held at bay, each moment laden with the promise of upheaval. I couldn't stop thinking about the revelations Gerald had unearthed or the implications of Leon—no, Richard—standing against his father. Every time I looked at Lucas, I felt an ache of fear and determination that refused to be ignored.Victor Grey wasn’t just a looming threat; he was a shadow that had silently loomed over our lives for years. Now, it felt like that shadow was growing darker, colder, and more suffocating by the second.This morning started out quiet enough. The sunlight streamed through the windows of our modest house, spilling over Lucas’s half-finished Lego tower on the floor. It was a brief reminder of normalcy, but my heart refused to settle.Lucas giggled from the kitchen, pulling my attention.“Mommy, look!” he called, holding up a pancake he’d torn into a shape that vaguely resembled a heart.“Wow,” I said, managing a smile despite the knot of worry i
The air felt heavier after Richard’s departure, his warnings echoing in my mind like a persistent drumbeat. Victor knew. The enormity of that truth pressed against my chest, making it hard to breathe. It wasn’t just Lucas or me anymore—Sarah was involved, and that betrayal stung more than I cared to admit.I stared at the door for a long moment after Richard left, as if expecting him to return with a solution, an answer, or even just a sliver of hope. But there was nothing except the faint hum of life beyond the walls of our home.Lucas was back in the living room, humming to himself as he pieced together his Lego tower. The sight was bittersweet—a child’s innocence amid the chaos that loomed over us.I didn’t have time to dwell. If Victor was making his move, I needed to stay ahead of him.Later That Evening, After tucking Lucas into bed and triple-checking every lock and window, I pulled out my phone. Gerald’s number glared back at me from the screen. He was the only person I trusted
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,”