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The address came through at 3:14 a.m.A string of numbers. A location just outside Anacortes, where the city faded into the woods. The text had no name, no promise—just a timestamp, a photo of Marie looking terrified in a dimly lit basement, and a message:Come alone. Bring nothing. No cops. You want her alive.I didn’t wake Leon.Maybe because I knew he’d never let me go alone. Maybe because I needed to do this myself. Or maybe it was the cold certainty that this had always been about me, even when the players were different.I slipped into jeans, tied my hair into a messy knot, and left a note on the kitchen counter, my fingers trembling as I wrote it."If I don’t come back by dawn, don’t follow me. Find Marie. Get the truth out. Protect our kids. I love you."The drive was a blur of fog and nerves. The forest swallowed the road in twisted arms. The house was a crumbling thing, a relic from the 40s with its porch rotting and windows dark.I parked down the hill and approached on foo
The days that followed were a storm of documents, strategy meetings, and surveillance reports. Letty took over the kids for a while, treating them to trips at the museum and letting them nap in the sunroom of her new apartment. Meanwhile, I sat in rooms with lawyers and digital forensics experts, digging into everything Christian Vance touched.It was Letty who uncovered the link.She burst into the study one evening, a tablet in hand. “He’s planning a boardroom coup,” she said breathlessly. “I checked the recent proxy votes. He’s been buying small shareholder stakes under alias accounts and has enough to sway decisions at Kwartz Global.”Leon went rigid. “That’s impossible.”“It’s not,” Letty said. “He’s doing it through employees of a now-defunct hedge fund linked to Justin’s mother.”I felt ice crawl up my spine.Justin’s mother—Vera. A name I hadn’t heard in over a year. A name that had once held the keys to my family’s downfall.“She’s still alive?” I asked.Letty nodded. “Barely
That night, I held Leon’s hand in bed as we discussed it.“It could be a trap,” he said, brushing hair from my face. “But if it’s real, it might be your last chance to speak to her.”“I’m not going for closure,” I said. “I’m going for answers. She’s the only one left who knows what Justin did in the early days—where the real money was hidden. If she talks… we might still uncover the offshore accounts tied to the foundation.”Leon nodded, jaw clenched. “Then I’m going with you.”“No,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’re staying here. With the boys. With her.”I rested his hand gently on my belly.“I need to do this,” I whispered. “For me. For everything we’ve lost.”Three days later, I stepped off a plane in southern France with my passport tucked beneath my coat, wearing sunglasses and a scarf like a woman living someone else’s life.The hospital loomed like a fortress—gray stone walls and narrow windows, almost monastic.And in a small, dim room, Vera lay frail beneath white sheets,
The air in Paris was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming lilacs and freshly baked bread. Yet, as we approached the Société Générale bank, the city's charm was overshadowed by the weight of anticipation. Leon held my hand tightly, his grip a silent reassurance.Inside the bank, the atmosphere was sterile, the walls echoing with the soft hum of fluorescent lights. A stern-looking clerk led us to the vault, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She paused before a large steel door, inputting a code before turning to us."Box 1083," she said, motioning us inside.The room was small, lined with safety deposit boxes of varying sizes. She retrieved ours and placed it on the table before exiting, leaving us alone.Leon looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Ready?"I nodded, my heart pounding.He opened the box.Inside, we found a stack of documents with Detailed records of offshore accounts, shell companies, and financial transactions linking my father and Uncle George to Justin
The blast echoed like a thunderclap in my ears. For a split second, time fractured—the world slowing into broken shards of motion and sound.Leon shoved me to the side just before the bullet could hit.I hit the floor hard, my head spinning, as another shot cracked through the air. Dorian lunged forward, his gun raised, and Elise ducked behind the archway, vanishing into the dark like a phantom.“Leon!” I gasped, scrambling toward him.“I’m fine,” he grunted, crouching low. “You okay?”I nodded quickly. “Where is she?”“Gone,” Dorian snarled, checking the hallway. “But she won’t get far.”Blood. There was blood—just a scratch on Leon’s arm, but it was enough to ignite something wild in me. Elise hadn’t missed by much.“She’s trying to stall us,” Leon muttered, his jaw clenched. “She’s trying to buy her father time.”I stood, heart hammering. “We don’t have time to waste.”We pushed deeper into the estate, each creaking floorboard echoing under our steps. Every shadow seemed to stretch
The flight to Zurich was tense. Leon barely spoke, his eyes fixed on the dark horizon outside the private jet’s window. Dorian was on his laptop, going over the intel they had gathered, while I sat quietly, my mind racing.Everything felt like a trap, but it also felt like the moment I had been waiting for—the one where the past and present collided in a blaze of truth and revenge.I turned to Leon. “You’re sure about this?”His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his temple. “I’ve never been more sure. Vincent Leclerc won’t see us coming.”“And when we get there?” I asked, my voice low. “What then?”“We take the drive. We make him pay for everything he’s done. To you, to your family, to everyone he’s destroyed.” Leon’s voice was filled with raw determination, but there was something more in his eyes—a promise of justice that had been a long time coming.I nodded, but doubts swirled in the pit of my stomach. As much as I wanted to destroy Vincent, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he ha
The next moments happened in a blur.Vincent lunged—not toward Leon, but toward the desk, where a hidden button beneath the surface clicked ominously. A steel panel in the wall slid open, revealing a sleek weapon vault. He grabbed a gun without hesitation, but Leon was faster.Bang.The first shot rang out, grazing Vincent’s arm and sending him stumbling backward. Blood bloomed through the sleeve of his designer suit, but he didn’t cry out. He just smiled.“You really are your father’s daughter,” he said through clenched teeth.I leveled my own gun at him, hands trembling. “Don’t talk about him. You don’t get to.”His gaze flickered to me—sharp, cutting. “He begged for your life, you know. Right before the car went over the cliff.”That sentence felt like a knife to the ribs.Leon surged forward, grabbing Vincent by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “You murdered them. You murdered her parents for a deal that didn’t even last!”Vincent’s laugh was low and guttural. “Murder
By the time night fell, I was standing in front of the gates of the Ashbourne Estate—my family’s former home.The place looked smaller now. Older. The paint was chipped, the garden overrun. It had been sold after my parents’ deaths, passed from one private owner to another, but Leon’s team had pulled strings, and the current occupant was conveniently out of the country.Still, stepping onto the grounds felt like walking through a graveyard.Leon followed silently behind me, flashlight in hand. “You sure you want to do this tonight?”I nodded. “If Elise’s father ever came back here… if he left something, it’s going to be hidden. I’ll know where to look.”And I did.The moment I stepped into the dusty main hall, memories hit me like a tidal wave. Laughter. The scent of my mother’s perfume. My father’s voice calling me to dinner. I paused, closing my eyes for a long moment, then moved deeper into the house.We headed toward the study.The one room always locked when I was a child. My fat
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,”