091 JOANA'S POV Heavy air surrounded us when we entered the Gates Estate through its gates. Everyone in the car maintained absolute silence instead of their typical conversation. Japheth sat in a tense posture beside me while he observed the entrance gates move like in a whodunit movie. Jake wore earbuds as he tapped his hands while Mirabel held her teddy bear for comfort because she felt her world had nothing else familiar. And me? I was trying not to overthink. The mansion came into full view, its stone walls almost glaring in the morning sunlight. Elegant, imposing, and far too big. A place that reeked of power and old money. The entrance was already met by Clinton, who wore a black shirt and trousers that fit him perfectly. He walked over and opened the car door. “Welcome.” I stepped out, nodding curtly. “Thanks.” The kids followed, eyes scanning the place like tourists arriving in a new country. Clinton crouched to Mirabel’s level and gave her a soft smile.
092JOANA'S POVI marched straight up to her.“What the hell is that painting about?” I demanded, my voice colder than I intended. “Why am I in it?”She didn’t flinch. Not a blink. Not a twitch. Nothing.She ignored me completely as she passed by. “It’s nothing,” she said flatly.Our discussion grew tense as I confronted Anita. “You kept your painting of me public on display. Alone. Smiling like some prized possession. What the hell are you trying to pull?”But she merely gave me a placid smile. “Don’t overthink it, Joana. It’s just art.”Just art?We passed each other without any sign that our encounter had taken place earlier. My burning anger would not let me budge, but I stopped myself from talking. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.No, I’d get my answers another way.Later that day, I found Ciara in the east wing, cleaning the shelves.I pulled her aside. “Anything from her?.”She raised a brow. “Nothing in particular. Just…”Ciara scanned the hallway before answering in a hu
093JOANA'S POVClinton's body pushed me against the floor with more weight than I had anticipated.He carried physical tiredness beyond purely just being tired. His words remained in my mind as his speech became slower and more truthful. "I miss you," he said.He slouched against me, too weak to stand still from his drunken state, which paralyzed me for a moment.He needed help because I could not let him remain on the hallway floor unattended. Despite my mixed feelings toward him and sleepless nights suppressing my old emotions, I still cared enough to help him even though my emotions for him seemed to have faded.I grabbed his arm to rest it on my shoulder, then carefully assisted him to pass through the building without attracting undue attention.Clinton muttered to himself occasionally while also trying to move nearer as if fearing I would disappear if he stopped looking at me.The room stayed dark because he pulled closed the drawn curtains while the light produced small patche
094JOANA'S POV“I don’t love him anymore.”My words escaped immediately without going back.The words remained suspended between my mouth and Caleb's without finding a place to land.His eyes searched mine, desperate for truth, for something real to hold onto.But the moment those words dropped… I heard it.A sharp intake of breath—soft, but so distinct, it sliced through my skin like ice.I turned.Clinton stood in the hallway.His shirt was crumpled, eyes bloodshot but now wide open, sober and still as a statue. He had heard me. Every single word.My heart clenched, not because of guilt—but because of his face.Hurt. Raw. Silent devastation.His stare bothered me, although I made a conscious decision not to face them.Clinton’s eyes didn’t flinch. He gave up with a dark voice. “So that’s how it's going to be…”I made one step ahead without understanding my reason for talking.“Clinton—”The fake grin he gave me resembled more of a winsome face. “Don’t worry. You’ve said enough.”He
095JOANA'S POV“You want me to close my business so Anita here can come save the day?” I spat, jabbing a finger in Anita’s direction. “So she can wear the crown and play the heroine while I fade into the background with the kids like some charity case?”“Joana!” Clinton rose beside me. “Stop.”But I couldn’t. Not when the truth was bursting at the seams.“You people think I’m a puppet you can position wherever it suits your legacy. But I’m not your pawn. And I will not sacrifice what I’ve built so Anita can be the family’s golden girl.”“I never asked for that,” Anita said, voice suddenly quiet.“Didn’t you?” I said coldly. “Then why have you been sniffing around Clinton? Why paint a portrait of me without telling me? Why meet with someone in secret?”Her eyes widened—just for a second—but it was enough.Mr. Gates looked between us, eyes narrowing. “What meetings?”“Nothing,” Anita snapped quickly. “It’s nothing.”Clinton frowned. Caleb sat forward finally, voice low and measured. “J
096 JOANA’S POV What was she doing here? Why was she back so quickly? Why did she sound so scared? The moment I realized Ciara returned, I rushed quickly to the hallway. The beating of my heart sounded like a weapon, and my breathing became hectic. Something bad had happened. My babies. God, not my babies. “Ciara—what are you back so soon?” I demanded over my shoulder as I tore past startled staff. “Where are they? What happened to my babies?” She chased after me. “I—I don’t know the details! I just saw a man in a suit with Mr. Gates. They were talking about custody. Legal stuff. I thought—” I didn’t let her finish. When I arrived at the private study door, Caleb already stood ready nearby. His face showed sadness, yet his stance remained too easy for someone charged with protecting his missing family. I skidded to a halt. “Caleb! Where are they? Where are Japheth, Jake, and Mirabel at this moment?!" He rapidly extended his arm forward as he walked closer. “The
097JOANA'S POVI didn’t knock. Opening the door, I made the wood surface strike the wall before me. Clinton stared up with a surprised expression when I entered his study space, where he sat with his pen suspended midair while his forehead was slightly lifted.“Joana,” he started, voice soft.But I wasn’t here to be soft.I threatened that I would leave the house along with my children before sunset unless he took appropriate action in that instant.“I will come back to my home base to assemble enough strengths which will defeat your grandfather's ambitions by interning them permanently.”The troubled look in his eyes grew apparent as he failed to discuss whatever burden rested on him.“I warned you, didn’t I? I vow to leave the house with my children because I refused to let my children be under that man's influence. A lawyer now resides in this house, preparing something that God only knows about.”Clinton ended his writing and rested back in the chair to speak his words.“What's g
098 JOANA’S POV I didn’t want to see her. Not after everything. Anita refused to step aside even though she blocked my path just like a painful physical barrier. I needed fresh air after my argument at breakfast to reorient my mind. I felt at ease only in the garden because my mind would not calm down anywhere else. The staff watched me as I walked through the corridor, but I left them to their gossip. I left my room to face the sunshine and heard her speak first. I stopped short. Anita. She waited in the garden entryway next to two columns right before the archway leading into the lower gardens area. She took no notice of me until I arrived unexpectedly behind her. She spoke my name with her normal pleasant tone covered in fake pleasantness. "Out for some air, I see?" My answer to her remained brief. I waved her off. "I'm not in the mood, Anita." Before she could continue speaking, I ended our interaction. The flowery path led me to peaceful solitude because I chang
108JOANA'S POVThe mansion stood as an unspoken silent question without any reaction. As soon as Jason parked the car, he sped the tyres toward the garage, and before the engine idled, I bolted from my side to rush through the mansion's main entrance.I directed the security staff posted at the gate to inspect the area thoroughly. “Check the east and west wings—every single room. I want the kids found. Now.”The main door flew open under my hand as I stormed inside. “Where are they? Where are my children?”The maids inside froze at the sound of my voice, but one of them stepped forward immediately, wide-eyed. “We—We don’t know, ma’am. We thought they were in the greenhouse—”“Check the gardens, the poolside, the library, everywhere!” I snapped. My voice was cracking under the weight of my panic. “Clinton? Caleb?”One of the male workers appeared at the top of the staircase. “Mr. Clinton left early this morning. He said he had to meet a supplier downtown. And Mr. Caleb hasn’t returned
107JOANA'S POVHer statement lingered like a bad taste in the air, “It's only a matter of time.”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. Instead, I smiled. The smile formed on my face, and it took its time as I quietly flashed my teeth. I moved toward her across the hard table and concentrated my stare in her direction just like a hunter studies its target.“If you think, my dear, that you would be able to come out from this one,” my voice was low and soft.“It's over…” I smacked my lips.Anita's expression shifted from a thoughtful stare to clear confusion. She spoke with pronounced speed instead of interest as she probed deeper into my words.I didn’t respond.Because I didn’t need to.The heavy door creaked open behind me.Her head jerked in the direction of the sound, and in that exact second, I saw it—pure, raw panic. A flicker. Fleeting, but real. Her composure slipped like silk through shaking hands.Jason stepped in first.Dressed in plain clothes, looking more like a man who’d
106JOANA’S POVThe morning air was heavy with silence.After breakfast, I did not talk, although Caleb offered to drive me, and Clinton asked about my plans. I left without saying anything. I made a choice to handle it on my own.The police station sat like a solemn block of stone, grey and indifferent to the lives unravelling inside it. The kind of place that didn’t care if you were a billionaire’s daughter or a nobody from the streets—it held secrets, guilt, and truth in equal measure.I signed in, gave my name, and was guided to the interrogation floor.“She’s been denying everything,” the officer escorting me said with a sigh. “Claims she’s being framed. Typical story.”I wasn’t surprised.Anita always played the victim when cornered. It was her survival tactic. But she’d run out of corners this time.Officials assigned her a space with both a long table and window cameras watched by security officers who guarded the entry. A mirror reflection revealed her corporate-style clothin
105JOANA'S POVA few moments passed.“Do the kids know?” he asked, finally looking up.I nodded. “We’ll explain more later. But for now, they know something bad happened, and they’re safe. That’s enough.”He leaned back slowly, exhaustion clinging to every movement. “What happens now?”“Now?” I repeated. “Now we wait for the storm she started to finally pass.”He gazed at me from across the room, showing emotions that fell between regret and remorse. “What will you do?”I looked toward the closed door where Anita had been taken, then toward the grand staircase leading up to where the children were playing.“I’ll protect what matters,” I said. “Always.”Caleb gave a small nod beside me. Clinton glanced at me with something warm in his eyes.And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, I didn’t feel like I was drowning in all of this. I felt grounded. Steady. In control.The silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy now. It was thoughtful. Reflective. A room breathing after holding its b
104JOANA'S POV“Joana… what do you mean?”I didn’t bother answering Mr. Gates’ question. Let him stew in the weight of those words. Let him replay them in that calculating mind of his and wonder what I meant by shadows and what I knew that he didn’t. He wanted power and leverage. But then came the real scream—the kind that made the walls of the mansion vibrate and shattered whatever illusion of peace we had managed to hold onto for a single day.It came from the living room.I froze mid-step.Mr. Gates straightened behind me, his frown now sharp and urgent. We converged toward the shock with our steps matching each other like two magnets drawn to face their end.Stepping into the living room, I saw an expected disaster happening, like a show I was used to, though it stirred up my emotions.Two officers stood at the doorpost with straight postures showing their service badges shining under the sunshine. Staring at the officers in shock, Anita's blouse lost its smoothness, and her eye
103JOANA'S POVThe next morning unfolded like any other. We returned to the mansion, and you’d think nothing had happened the night before—the tension, the confrontation, the near brush with tragedy. The mansion seemed too serene for its usual lively atmosphere. Bright sunshine filtered through the glass to enhance the floor's golden shine, and the children's cheerful voices made architectural echoes. They ran to their various rooms to have their own fun.But there was nothing normal about today.Clinton and I walked side by side into the living room, Caleb trailing closely behind with his usual wary eye. The children followed their regular habits by having Mirabel draw at the window seat as Jake and Japheth competed loudly at their game.During this brief moment, I halted all my activities to breathe. To hope that things might start settling.Then, like the devil knew, just when to knock, a deep voice rang out from the hallway."Joana. A word," Mr. Gates said, arms folded as he sto
102JOANA'S POV“I didn’t leave!” he roared.I took a shaky breath.Clinton’s shoulders fell slightly. He spoke quietly in response. "You should have shared this news because you mattered to me."My throat clenched. “I made this tough choice because I knew this news would devastate you.”His expression faltered. “Did you believe hurting me would hurt more than losing her?”My eyes started tearing up, but I held it in. “I never said that. Don’t twist it.”His voice was hoarse now. "I can't believe someone who belongs to my family tried to hurt my daughter."“You can't believe it. Why did you think I never told you?” I asked, trembling.That shut him up.The space between us turned poisonous as both of us endured that unbearable period.He ended his motions by brushing his hair aside and turning his face away. “Protecting my daughter should have been my duty from the start.”His eyes became moist as he exhaled through his nose. “Should I get angry at Anita or myself?”“Take your anger o
101 JOANA'S POV Black hoodie. Dark jeans. Gloves. Face hidden behind a mask. Mirabel gasped. I pressed her head into my chest. The man raised a hand. “Give her to me,” he said gruffly. I remained still, refusing to move an inch. “You don’t want this to go badly,” he added, stepping forward. Caleb raised his voice. “That’s far enough.” The man paused. His eyes flicked toward Caleb. “I said give her to me!” he shouted. And then— A red laser dot appeared on his chest. Then another. And then a third. Police. The barn flooded with voices. “Hands up!” “Get on the ground!” The man panicked. He took to his heel—but Caleb was faster than him. He quickly tackled him to the floor with full force. I covered Mirabel’s eyes as the officers charged in, weapons drawn. Caleb pinned the man’s hands until the officers quickly placed a handcuff on him. “Who sent you?” Caleb shouted. The man didn’t answer. He just cursed under his breath and glared at me. “Wh
100JOANA'S POVThe car journey passed quietly for several minutes. Caleb monitored the way ahead without taking his eyes off the road. He held the wheel firmly as he clenched it harder than he needed to.I stayed next to him while my hands shook on my lap.I interrupted the quiet moment, “Right after Ciara told me I went to find Anita in the garden.”He turned his eyes toward me as astonishment crossed his facial features.I continued. “I knew something was off. After that, I heard her voice in conversation with another person.”His brow furrowed. “Who?”“I don’t know. But it sounded like the person who kidnapped Jason’s daughter.”Caleb straightened. “What did they say?”The words played like a sinister echo through the back of my mind as I drew a breath. “He wished to avoid pursuing Mirabel. He said he wanted out. Anita told him during that conversation that he shouldn't disappoint her again.”Our bodies jerked forward when Caleb hit the brakes at the traffic light. "She intends to