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 equipmenShe 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
The bookshelves seemed a logical place to search next. She crossed the room, her eyes scanning the titles as she moved, looking for anything that might seem out of place.Flora reached for a thick, dusty book on the middle shelf, pulling it down and flipping through its pages. She felt for anything hidden between them, but there was nothing but yellowing paper and the faint smell of old parchment. She replaced the book and tried another, then another, but still found nothing. She was about to give up when her fingers brushed against something hard tucked behind a row of books on the top shelf. Her heart leaped, and she pulled the books aside to reveal a small wooden box, its surface smooth and polished, but the edges worn with age.Her breath caught in her throat as she carefully lifted the box down and set it on the desk. It was locked, but the lock was simple, more decorative than functional. She found a small letter opener on the desk and used it to pry the lock open, the
Flora waited until she was sure Alice was gone, then let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She had been so close to being caught. Too close. Again. She knew she needed to be more careful. She cast a quick glance at the clock on the wall. She didn’t have much time left before Alice would expect her downstairs for dinner. With a sigh, Flora pushed herself away from the desk and decided to give the room one last look over before she left. She couldn’t afford to leave any stone unturned.She checked the small rug beside the bed, lifting it up to see if there was anything hidden beneath it, but there was nothing there except dust. She then moved to the window, feeling around the ledge and behind the curtains, but again, she found nothing. The room seemed to have no more secrets to reveal.Frustrated, Flora returned to the desk, her fingers brushing against the small woode
Flora sneaked a glance at Alice, only to find her stepmother already watching her intently. The look in Alice’s eyes was sharp, like a blade, as if she were trying to dissect Flora’s every move, her every thought. Flora knew she couldn’t afford to slip up now. If Alice became suspicious, she could easily lock down the house, making any further searches nearly impossible. Flora forced herself to eat another forkful, chewing slowly as she tried to maintain an air of normalcy.After what felt like an eternity of pushing food around on her plate and pretending to eat, Flora decided she could excuse herself. The last thing she wanted was to linger under Alice’s scrutinizing gaze. She put down her fork and cleared her throat softly, preparing to rise from the table.“I think I’ll head to the study,” Flora said, her tone even, betraying nothing of the turmoil inside her. “I’ve got some work to finish up.”Alice didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she continued to watch Flora,
As she sat there, staring at the papers on the desk, Flora’s mind drifted back to the paternity test her father had demanded before she could work at Defendwise Ventures. It had been a humiliating demand, one that had cut her to the core. And yet, here she was, still trying to find a way to make him proud, to prove herself worthy of his legacy. She was disgusted with herself for even missing him, for wanting his approval after everything he had put her through.But this wasn’t about him anymore. Flora was doing this for herself. She needed to uncover the truth, to take control of her own life, free from the shadows of her father and Alice. The deed Janice sought was just one piece of the puzzle, but it was a piece Flora was determined to find. She opened her laptop and began to work, or at least pretended to. She knew Alice would be checking on her soon, looking for any excuse to catch her in a lie. Flora needed to maintain the facade of being the diligent daughte
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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 .