CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX

MIRANDA'S POV

With my eyes tightly shut, I whispered desperate prayers under my breath as the car hurtled towards my unknown destination. My mind raced with thoughts of what horrors awaited me at the doorstep of my so-called grandparents, whose true identity remained shrouded in mystery.

As the journey dragged on, my heart pounded with fear and anticipation. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and I wondered if I would ever reach my destination alive.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, jolting me back to reality. My eyes snapped open, and I found myself standing in front of a looming mansion, its dark windows seeming to stare back at me with a sinister gleam. What awaited me inside? I could only imagine, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.

As I stepped out of my car, a man in a dark suit hastily opened my door, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, reminding myself of my determination to uncover the truth.

The man who had abducted me took the lead, motioning for me to follow. I hesitated, unsure of what lay ahead. But before I could protest, he took my hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Don't be scared," he said, his voice low and soothing. "No one will harm you here."

I took a deep breath and followed him, my heart pounding in my chest. Two men in suits trailed behind us, their eyes trained on me.

I strained to see the building ahead, but it remained shrouded in mystery. Suddenly, the door creaked open and we stepped into a dimly lit hallway. My eyes darted around, taking in the exquisite artworks adorning the walls, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As we approached a door, a guard materialized behind me, his eyes darting back and forth. He flung the door open with a flourish, and the three guards before me bowed deeply, signaling for me to enter. I hesitated, unsure of what lay beyond the threshold, but my curiosity got the better of me.

I stepped inside, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. The opulence of the room was staggering, every inch of it gleaming like a diamond.

My heart raced as I felt a chill run down my spine. Who were these people? Why did they want me to relax when I was clearly on edge? I tried to calm myself down and take in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit and filled with antique furniture. The old man's eyes seemed to bore into mine as he spoke.

"Can you please stop staring for the meantime," he said, his voice low and menacing.

I gulped and tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. "Uhmm! Good morning Sir... Ma, Sorry I mean Good evening," I stuttered.

"It's alright granddaughter," the old man said, his voice softening. "Just feel free and relax okay because this is your home."

My home? I couldn't believe it. I had never seen these people before in my life. "Please am confused here, who are you and why do you adopted me?" I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest.

The old man hesitated, his eyes flickering to the woman beside him. "Well we didn't adopt you rather we..." he trailed off, leaving me hanging.

My mind raced with possibilities. Were they kidnappers? Or worse, was I being held against my will? The woman spoke up, her voice cold and calculated. "We just think it's high time your posses your possession."

My possession? What did that even mean?

My heart raced as the old man's sharp words cut through the air like a knife. "Which possession?"

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear creeping up my spine.

"Don't play dumb, granddaughter," he snapped back, his eyes piercing into mine.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their words bearing down on me. "I'm not playing dumb," I replied, my voice shaking with sincerity. "I just don't understand what you're talking about."

The woman's anger boiled over, her words laced with a bitter taste. "Everything we're saying here is the truth," she spat out. "It's up to you whether you believe us or not."

I could feel the tension in the room thickening like a fog. "Please don't be angry with her," the old man pleaded, trying to ease the tension. "She's just ignorant of everything."

But the woman wasn't having it. "You better behave," she warned me, her voice dripping with venom. "Or else you'll regret ever stepping foot in this mansion."

My heart pounded in my chest as she stormed off up the stairs. What had I gotten myself into?

As you sit there, trembling with fear, I have some devastating news to share with you. "Your parents, the ones who brought you into this world and loved you unconditionally, have been taken from you. But it wasn't just a simple act of violence - no, it was a cold-blooded murder. The details are gruesome but you must know the truth."

My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to his words. The truth was too much to bear, and I felt as if the ground had given way beneath me. I collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down my face.

"He knew his life was at risk?" I gasped, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.

"Yes," he replied, his voice low and grave. "Your father left you behind on the day of the business trip he was murdered. But even then, those people came for you, and they adopted you. We didn't hear from you until a year ago."

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Who were these people, and why did they want me? And how did I end up on the streets, alone and abandoned?

"How did I end up in the street?" I demanded, my voice shaking with fear.

"I can't explain that now," he said, his eyes dark and mysterious. "But we can confirm it from the people living in the street where you were brought up."

I took a deep breath and sniffed the air, my heart racing with anticipation. "How did you find me after all these years?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement.

My grandfather looked at me with a mysterious smile. "It was the necklace on your neck," he said, his eyes glinting with secrets. "I bought it for you and your late mother. It's very rare."

My mind raced with questions. "But why did so many people try to steal it over the years?" I asked, my heart pounding with suspense.

"Because it's worth over 20 million dollars now," my grandfather replied, his voice low and ominous.

I couldn't believe it. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in shock. "Why didn't I know it was worth that much?"

"Because you're worth more than that," my grandfather said, his smile growing wider.

My mind was reeling with excitement and fear. "Can you please tell me what happened after my parents' brutal death?" I asked, my eyes turning purple with emotion.

My grandfather leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "It's a long and dangerous story," he said, his eyes flickering with suspense. "Are you sure you want to know?"

The air was thick with tension as my grandfather spoke, his words dripping with hidden meaning. "That will be a story for another day," he said, his voice low and ominous, "but for now, I want you to take over as the real consortium heir that you are." My heart raced as I tried to make sense of his words. What did he mean by "real" heir? And why did he sound so serious?

I opened my mouth to ask, but before I could speak, my grandfather continued. "A consortium is a group of people or firms who have agreed to cooperate with each other," he explained, his eyes boring into mine. "And this group always has a head. Since your parents' death, I have been taking charge. But since you are finally found, you are taking over from me with immediate effect."

I felt a surge of disbelief. Me? In charge of a whole consortium? It seemed impossible. But my grandfather's next words made my blood run cold.

"There's a very big problem," he said, his voice grave. "There is clear evidence that the killers of your parents are partners in the consortium. We just don't have the evidence to bring them to law."

My mind reeled as I tried to process what he was saying. The killers of my parents? Partners in the consortium? It was too much to take in. "But...but if that's the case," I stammered, "then I don't think I am taking over from you, grandfather."

My grandfather's eyes narrowed. "And why is that?" he asked, his voice like ice.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to say. "Because if the killers are still out there, then taking over the consortium would put me in danger. I can't risk my life like that."

My grandfather's expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "I understand," he said. "But remember, the consortium is not just any group. It's powerful, and it has enemies. Enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy it. You may not be ready now, but someday, you will have to take your place as its leader. And when that day comes, you must be ready to face whatever challenges come your way."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. Someday, I would be the head of the consortium.

The day would eventually arrive when I would confront the merciless murderers of my beloved parents. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine. Would I be prepared to face the ultimate test of my courage and strength?

The answer is uncertain, for the prospect of staring death in the eye is a daunting one. But one thing is for sure, I will not rest until justice is served and my parents' souls are avenged.