She searched the shelves, even reaching up to feel along the top, but found nothing. She crouched down to peer under the bed, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of Alice walking in on her in such a compromising position. But again, there was nothing. Finally, she moved to Alice’s vanity, rifling through drawers filled with neatly organized makeup and skincare products. Still, there was nothing out of the ordinary, no sign of a hidden deed or any clue that might point her in the right direction. She even opened the wardrobe’s storage compartments, rummaging through boxes of old clothes and shoes.Just as she was standing by the bed, her frustration boiling over, she heard voices in the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat, and panic flared in her chest. She froze, her ears straining to hear, her mind racing. The voices were getting closer. She had to get out. Now.She moved swiftly, heading for the door as quietly as she could. Her hands trembled slightly as she turned the
Flora settled behind her desk at Defendwise Ventures, sipping her coffee as she reviewed the latest reports. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows of her office, casting long, gentle shadows across the polished floor. Despite the raging headache she had endured the day before, she felt a sense of accomplishment. Slowly but surely, she was starting to get the hang of her duties at the company. The once-daunting stack of paperwork on her desk had begun to shrink, and she found herself catching up on the many files and projects she needed to oversee.But her moment of satisfaction was interrupted by a knock on her door. Sophie, her ever-bubbly assistant, poked her head in with an enthusiastic smile. "Ms. Wicks, it's almost time for your meeting with the directors," she announced, her voice as cheerful as always.Flora sighed, already feeling a pit of dread forming in her stomach. The meeting with the directors was something she had been anticipating with equal parts an
The man seemed taken aback, stammering as he tried to find his words. "No, not… not step down, exactly. Just… perhaps let Mr. Blackwell continue his work for a bit longer, until you’ve had more time to… familiarize yourself."Flora’s eyes narrowed. "Familiarize myself?" she repeated. "I appreciate your concern, but I am quite capable of learning quickly. I understand my father’s accident has caused uncertainty, but I assure you, I am committed to leading Defendwise Ventures. This company was my father’s pride and joy, and I intend to honor that."Another director, a stern-looking woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun, interjected. "With all due respect, Ms. Wicks, it’s not just about learning quickly. It’s about experience and understanding the complexities of running a business of this size. We need to be sure that you’re up to the task."Flora’s frustration grew with each word. "And how do you propose I gain this experience if not by actually doing the job?"
Flora nodded, managing a thin smile in return. She thanked the nurse and took a seat in the waiting area, her mind racing with questions. Why had the doctors requested this meeting? Was there a change in her father's condition? She felt her anxiety build with each passing second, her fingers drumming nervously on the armrest of the chair.After what felt like an eternity, a middle-aged man in a white coat approached her. His expression was calm but serious, his eyes kind but professional. "Ms. Wicks, I’m Dr. Stephens," he introduced himself, extending a hand.Flora stood, shaking his hand firmly. "Dr. Stephens," she acknowledged. "Thank you for meeting with me. Is there any change in my father’s condition?"Dr. Stephens gestured for her to follow him. "Let’s talk in my office," he suggested. "There’s something we need to discuss."Flora’s heart pounded in her chest as she followed the doctor down a series of sterile, brightly lit hallways. The hum of medical equipmen
She sat down beside him, her eyes never leaving his face. "They’re saying… they’re saying I might need to move you to a long-term care facility," she said softly. "But I don’t want to do that. I want you to wake up. I need you to wake up."Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them away, squeezing her father’s hand gently. "I’m trying to hold everything together, Dad. The company, the family… it’s all so much. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I’m trying. I wish you could tell me what to do."For a long moment, she sat in silence, listening to the steady beeping of the machines and the quiet hum of the room. She wished for some sign, some indication that he could hear her, that he knew she was there. But there was nothing—only the sound of his slow, measured breathing.The dim light of the hospital room casting soft shadows on the walls. Her father lay there, his face serene but lifeless, his chest rising and falling steadily with each mechanical breath. The
Flora shifted in her seat beside her father’s bed, her fingers still wrapped around his. She felt the sterile chill of the hospital room seep into her bones, mingling with the coldness of doubt that had settled in her heart. After a moment of silence, she sighed and began to speak again, her voice barely above a whisper.“And then there’s the company, Dad,” she said, her tone tinged with frustration and weariness. “The directors… They don’t believe in me. They don’t think I’m capable of running Defendwise Ventures. They think I’m just some inexperienced woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing, someone who’s only here because of her last name.”Her grip on his hand tightened, her knuckles white against his pale skin. “I walked into that boardroom today, and it felt like they were all just waiting for me to fail. Every single one of them had something to say about how I’m not good enough, how I don’t have enough experience, how I should just hand everything over to Cyprus. As if he’s th
For a moment, she sat in silence, listening to the sounds of the hospital around her—the distant footsteps of nurses, the soft murmur of voices, the steady hum of the equipment. She felt small and lost in that vast, sterile space, adrift in a sea of uncertainty and doubt.She stayed by her father’s side for what felt like hours, talking to him about everything and nothing, sharing her thoughts, her fears, her hopes. She told him about the directors’ meeting, about her frustrations, about Cyprus and Damien, about the deed she was searching for. She poured out everything, her words a desperate plea for guidance, for reassurance, for something to hold onto.But as the afternoon wore on and the sun began to set outside the window, Flora knew she had to leave.Se took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I won’t give up, Dad,” she said firmly, her voice gaining strength. “I won’t let them push me out. I won’t let them make me feel like I’m not enough. I’ll prove them wrong. I’ll show them tha
It was a small comfort, the heat easing some of the knots in her shoulders and back, but it did little to quiet her racing thoughts.As she stood there, she began to formulate a plan. She had searched Alice’s room yesterday, and though it had turned up nothing, it was a necessary risk. Today, she would search her father’s room. Olivia had hinted that Edgar was as involved in whatever Janice was up to as Alice was, and Flora couldn’t ignore that possibility. If the deed was anywhere in this house, her father’s room was just as likely a place as any to find it. She had to take the chance, no matter the cost.With her mind made up, Flora shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, quickly drying herself off. She slipped into a pair of soft, worn pyjamas, the fabric cool against her skin, and ran a brush through her damp hair. She felt a pang of hunger gnawing at her stomach but ignored it. There wasn’t time to eat, not when every second counted. Instead, she grabbed her l
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Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
The buzzing of Flora’s phone startled her out of her thoughts. It was Olivia. The message read:“Can you meet me in thirty minutes? There's a small 24-hour supermarket called "Pinegrove Market" not far from the estate. I’ll be there. Please, Flora, I really need to talk.”Flora’s pulse quickened as she read the message. Thirty minutes? She glanced at the clock. It was late, and while her body still ached with exhaustion, the urgency in Olivia’s words cut through any hesitation. Something in her gut told her this couldn’t wait. Without overthinking it, she typed a quick reply:“I’ll be there.”She stood up from the couch, assessing her loose pants and short-sleeved top. They would have to do for such an impromptu meeting. She padded quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of Damien’s home. He was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, his breathing steady and calm. Flora felt a pang of guilt for slipping out, but she had to do this. Bending dow
Just as the words left Eva’s mouth, the kitchen door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He looked at Flora, his gaze soft and warm, and without a word, he crossed the room and kissed her gently on the temple. “Eva’s already started drafting the court papers,” he said, finishing Eva’s sentence. His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing something far less monumental.Flora blinked, still processing everything. “Has Alice made a move since we left the estate?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damien shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I think she knows this is the end for her.”The weight of his words settled over the room, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the stew bubbling on the stove and Whiskerton’s contented purring. Flora exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her.That night, after dinner had been cleared away and Catarina and Eva had gone off to bed, Flora sat alone on the couch in t
Flora blinked, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. She knew who had orchestrated this—who had called Catarina and Eva, who had made sure that when Flora woke up, she wouldn’t be alone. It had to be Damien. He had seen how close she was to breaking, how much she needed the people around her now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Flora looked between Catarina and Eva, her lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming.” Catarina patted her cheek affectionately. “You’re stuck with us now,” she said with a soft almost motherly smile, before turning back to the stove to finish serving the stew. “Now, sit down and eat before you collapse. I made your favorite.” Flora’s stomach growled again in response, and she let out a soft laugh. Their presence, combined with the savory aroma of the stew, filled the room with a sense of comfort that Flora hadn’t realised she'd been craving .