THE FOLLOWING DAY. I woke up at the delicious scent of the delicious breakfast she was preparing. I wasn’t even able to go to the bathroom first to have my face washed.Before I knew it, my feet was already able to bring me to the kitchen where Aunt Lou was currently busy toasting, frying and even making sure that the stew she was preparing were all good.It made me wonder what could be the occasion why my aunt was suddenly preparing something that was not only smell delicious but also feels like mouth-watering. “What’s the celebration for? You seemed to have prepared too much.” I went on to react the moment I saw the dinning table with quite a variation of dishes laid upon it. It surprised me really, because from what I could recall. Aunt Lou’s husband and two daughters were away in Vancouver where her sister-in-law was based. Her husband was relocated there due to work.Aunt Lou believed it would be more practical if she would just send her two daughters with their father in Vanco
“Do you really still have to go?” Aunt Lou asked for the nth time as I make my out her house. As soon as she told me about what happened to grandma, I immediately rush to get ready so that I could go and check on grandma. Aunt Lou was kind enough to inform me where Grandma was rushed today.“Aunt Lou, Grandma is different from all of them. She has been very good to me throughout my stay there.” I turned around to explain. And yet, the way that Aunt Lou looked at me says that she was not realy convinced. “If that is the case, then why didn’t she believed you?”Of course, Aunt Lou has a point. If my statement was truly factual, then grandma would have believed me first more than those framed up things that ruined my name towards the Montefalco’s.Suddenly, it made recall grandma during that night when I gave her those cookies she so longed to have. It reminded her of her late husband who worked so hard to become successful.“Grandma reacted the way someone who has been betrayed by the
Panic instantly coursed through my entire body. Regina was still trying to check on her phone about some messages that she seemed stressed to respond that she didn’t seem to bother that the elevator had already opened. Before she could even lift her head up and see me, I don’t even know why but a mysterious hand rapidly pulled me to the side and saved me from getting caught.My eyes followed Regina’s movement until she headed her way out of the lobby’s entrance.Following that, my eyes quickly turn to the side and found no other than Aunt Lou’s secretary Janine.“Good gracious, Janine. You scared me, but you know what, thank you for saving me back there.” I immediately told her after puffing out the excess air out of my lungs. I was relieved, really. Knowing that my encounter with Regina was too closer for her to finding out that I was actually here. “I saw you stammering before the elevator like you’re not on your senses. I knew I had to make some actions.” Janine immediately ex
“You want me to disguise as a nurse?” I promptly said soon after Aunt Lou handed over the uniform she borrowed from an outgoing nurse.“Didn’t you say you wanted to see your grandmother-in-law?” Aunt Lou brought up what I intentionally came here for.And for some reason, I actually didn’t expect that she would eventually say that to me.“Aunt Lou, what if I get caught?” my worries left me extending my hand to give the uniform back to her as if I was indicating that I didn’t want to pursue with her plan. I was afraid to risk getting caught.Had I not been pregnant, perhaps, I might have considered this option so that i could sneak my way in just to see grandma. However, knowing how strict the security was around Grandma’s room right now, I couldn’t simply risk getting caught and be thrown out away by force again.I had suffered more than enough to get miscarriage, but I suppose, life has just blessed me to have this child inside me holding on despite all those hurdles I’ve faced. Which
My Aunt Lou grins at me with a satisfied remark flashing across her face. I knew that she liked my decision even though I knew that it would be risky.“So, are you insinuating that since Justin and my mother-in-law left they wouldn’t return right away?” I suddenly asked since I wanted to be sure that what I was doing would be the right thing.“Actually, this video clip was taken earlier today. Meaning since arrived here quite noon already, you should know that we are no longer certain if your husband and mother-in-law were still outside or if they manage to get back right away.”And that was when it eventually registered inside my head that indeed, Aunt Lou could be right. Another thing was that I saw Regina earlier coming out towards the hospital entrance as she continued to tinker on her phone and completely ignore the whole world around her.She should just be glad that I didn’t even bother tripping her foot so that she could fall. Eventually the fear of getting caught because of h
Aunt Lou asked the young resident doctor, Dr. Kanishk to help me with my plan to see Grandma. I had one earplug attached to my right ear that I just hope they wouldn’t notice. I was afraid that this would make some impact on my plans to see grandma. “You’ll be fine. Just relax.” Aunt Lou promptly told me as though she had sensed the nervousness I was having since this plan had be raised by her. It wasn’t that I was actually blaming my aunt for this, however, I was really hopeful that there could have been another way.But with the circumstance being too complicated, it was too impossible for me to really accomplish wanting to see grandma up close without going through the conflict of facing my in-laws.“We’ve already the surveillance and it would appear that neither of your mother-in-law or your damn husband is inside. It would seem that they really left things with an unfamiliar woman. I really haven’t met her before.” Aunt Lou informed me of the details and I was sure she was refe
Tears has fallen into my eyes the instant I saw her in that state. My head shook in disbelief as I covered half my face with my two palms clasped together.“Come closer and have a better look,” Dr. Kanishk went closer to me again as she escorted me towards grandma.I suppose she sensed that I don’t have the courage to come closer. It felt like each step I take drawing myself near to were Grandma was, just simply squeeze my chest and caused me to become pressured and unable to breathe fairly.Perhaps it was because I really didn’t want to see grandma in this state which was why, I mean who would want someone to see their loved ones being in this state when you know that their lives were seemingly dependent on the machine.“Dr. Kanishk, is my grandma fully depending on the machine now?” I said fully forgetting that I was not allowed to talk and just act like a nurse.However, Dr. Kanishk simply answered, “No not really. Based on her chart, she was ordered to have this tube to assist her
Terrified.That was exactly what I felt at the moment.I couldn’t even make a single sound as his other hand covered my entire mouth. Even the freedom to move was deprived of me since his free hand had both my hands held above my head.I was still pinned against the cold walls of the dark suite room and I could barely make out his face. The strong scent of his masculine perfume intoxicates me, making me understand how close his face was against me,“Who sent you?” He snarled, and I felt him press his mouth beside my ear as he continued, “Who dared to summon you to your death?” he whispered above his breath while doing it against my left cheek.I knew it was a mistake that I freely entered this suite room without even asking if it’s even occupied. However, I was exactly at the point of moment where I don’t even have that much time to do that.The possibility of getting caught by my mother-in-law was giving me the chills. I didn’t want us to get caught because not only I would be in tro
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,”