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I left the secret corridor for the master room. The scene before me was one that I had witnessed many times and had ingrained in my head well. The chamber was empty. There was no one else but the house owner, who was lying stiffly on the bed.I approached the edge of the bed with my heart pounding and my body trembling. I whispered incessantly, hoping I would find a different state. However, God wasn't on my side. The scene was still the same.The handsome man widened his eyes and opened his mouth. The culprit surprised him but didn't torture him before killing him. However, that one fact didn't ease my anger. Hayward Wyndham was a good man, undeserving of such a horrible death.I closed his eyes and shut his mouth. Dad looked more peaceful with that expression. My eyes heated up. My lips trembled, holding back tears. Lionel held my hand, pulling me to save myself. However, I resisted. I wanted to be with my father for longer.I pulled back the blanket to sleep beside him, but seeing
[Darcy]I hadn't finished talking to Cullen but had to acknowledge the information regarding the accident. I left the place with a heavy heart and rushed to the car. Scott marched beside me while watching our surroundings.He was being very overzealous. People who wanted to kill me wouldn't wait long to attack me out in the open. They were bluffing. Therefore, they didn't follow me to the restaurant or the cemetery.To avoid a similar assault, I asked to meet Taylor in the city center. I requested that she get into the car. My cousin suggested dinner at one of the restaurants near us, but I declined.“Oh, my God,” she muttered when she saw my face."This is the reason I can't be in public. I've been wearing glasses and a mask all day," I explained.“What happened?” she asked worriedly.“You didn't ask to see me to talk about my situation,” I reminded her."You need to work on your attitude towards people who help you, Darcy. Your arrogant demeanor won't do you any favors at this point
[Darcy]A baby's cry greeted my return from work. I rushed to the nursery and was touched to see the tear-stained baby. I went over and hugged him. Briefly, he stopped crying and sobbed.“Do you miss Mommy? You know Mommy is coming home, but greet her with your loud voice. Why aren't you laughing? Aren't you tired of crying like this?” I asked.The six-month-old baby just rested his head on my chest. He sobbed because he had cried too much. I went back to work when he turned three months old. That was the only time I could give him my full attention.Keane was like any other baby when his mother was away, but he had a new habit. After he remembered the time I returned home, my son cried. My little one knew when I was coming home. If I were late, he would keep crying until I got home.“You can't go on like this, dear. I have meetings after working hours. I can't come home at the same time every day,” I cooed.My phone in the bag rang. The babysitter took my baby so that I could answer
Keane's favorite stuffed animal wasn't on his bed. Some of his favorite toys weren't on top of the dresser either. I checked his drawers. It was empty. No. Who took my son? Could the babysitter have kidnapped my baby?I rushed out of the room and checked the nanny's room. Her wardrobe was empty. The suitcase she used to carry her belongings wasn't beside the closet either. Oh, my God. It couldn't be happening.I dialed the woman's phone. Hearing the dial tone, I waited impatiently. But until the ringing ended, the woman didn't answer. Olivia didn't pick up after two calls. Shit! Where did the nanny take my son?My phone vibrated as I descended the stairs. Reading the name, I answered immediately. “What did you do to Keane? Where is he!?”“I'm at Channing's house, ma'am. Keane is with me,” she answered.“Oh.” I was stunned. That was right. Maybe Mom asked her to bring my son there because I stayed in Cullen's room. “I'm coming.”I felt relieved knowing my son was in safe hands. Thankfu
My heart was pounding, suffocating my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My hands were tingling because I was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I breathed and hurried to get my phone from my bag.“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” a man said through the front door glass beside me. His friends stood in front of my car, pointing their guns at me. “Don't try to call the police, and get out of your car carefully.”I swallowed hard. Who among my enemies had sent those people? Were they going to kill me or hurt me slowly? My whole body was trembling. Catching my breath couldn't help me calm down.“Get out!” The man beside me knocked loudly on the door glass.I unlocked the car and opened it. The man pulled my body impatiently. "What the hell is this!? Who are you!?" I scolded, trying to get up the courage.“You don't need to know who we are.” The man glanced at the companion at his side. The second man placed a piece of paper before me. “Pay your debt.”I scoffed.
Remembering my purpose for entering, I ignored the strangeness and approached the safe box. I entered the code and opened it. There should have been velvet boxes of various sizes and colors inside. What appeared before me was an empty safe.My knees buckled, but I braced myself. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My hands trembled as I fingered the drawers. My vision wasn't wrong. The safe was empty. There wasn't a single jewelry box left.“No... It can't be happening...” I shook my head. “This can't be happening to me...” I looked around me.I understood what had changed. The limited edition of clothes, bags, shoes, and so on that were supposed to be in the room were gone. They only left clothes that were not as expensive as the limited collections.“Please...” I still had hope.I dragged my feet to another room, Cullen's closet. After opening the door, the lights turned on automatically. I took in my surroundings with a broken heart. It was empty. They left nothing.“No...”
Misfortunes happened in my life and ruined my reputation, but I never felt that humiliated. I had money. The savings account was mine, in my name. How could the bank let someone else control it without my permission?My best friend smiled as we parted, but I knew she was laughing at me and my stupidity. My face heated up, unable to hide my humiliation. I was getting into my car when friend after friend called me to cancel our appointment.I chuckled. It wasn't a coincidence. Did Frida tell them I asked to meet to discuss work? My laughter grew uncontrollably loud. Then the laughter turned into sobs, choking my chest. Gosh. Betrayal was painful.I headed for the bank and strolled inside, where the priority customer service was. A woman greeted me, but I passed her by. I knocked and entered the room.“I want to withdraw all my money from this bank,” I ordered the woman inside.“Mrs. Cullen Channing, good afternoon. Please have a seat.” She stood up and gestured toward the chair across fr
[Sinclair]I was content to watch that wicked woman lose one thing after another that she had. She should know what it was like to be at the lowest point in her life. That stupid man helped her last year, but not this year.Her in-laws were ruthless. She spared nothing, even taking away Darcy's rights. Her efforts to protect her property from her daughter-in-law's deviousness were commendable. Anyone would have done the same if they were in her shoes.However, I didn't expect that heartless woman to give up so easily. I wouldn't have believed my men's report if I hadn't seen it myself. The evil woman shifted a wooden box and climbed onto it. She couldn't end her life!My men held her hand, preventing her from going over the guardrail. They pulled her away from the place and brought her to me. The woman struggled, but the two men outmatched her.“What the hell! Let me go!” the woman screeched in annoyance.“I didn't expect someone like you to dare to die.” I glanced at the fence.Darcy
[Darcy]I hadn't finished talking to Cullen but had to acknowledge the information regarding the accident. I left the place with a heavy heart and rushed to the car. Scott marched beside me while watching our surroundings.He was being very overzealous. People who wanted to kill me wouldn't wait long to attack me out in the open. They were bluffing. Therefore, they didn't follow me to the restaurant or the cemetery.To avoid a similar assault, I asked to meet Taylor in the city center. I requested that she get into the car. My cousin suggested dinner at one of the restaurants near us, but I declined.“Oh, my God,” she muttered when she saw my face."This is the reason I can't be in public. I've been wearing glasses and a mask all day," I explained.“What happened?” she asked worriedly.“You didn't ask to see me to talk about my situation,” I reminded her."You need to work on your attitude towards people who help you, Darcy. Your arrogant demeanor won't do you any favors at this point
I left the secret corridor for the master room. The scene before me was one that I had witnessed many times and had ingrained in my head well. The chamber was empty. There was no one else but the house owner, who was lying stiffly on the bed.I approached the edge of the bed with my heart pounding and my body trembling. I whispered incessantly, hoping I would find a different state. However, God wasn't on my side. The scene was still the same.The handsome man widened his eyes and opened his mouth. The culprit surprised him but didn't torture him before killing him. However, that one fact didn't ease my anger. Hayward Wyndham was a good man, undeserving of such a horrible death.I closed his eyes and shut his mouth. Dad looked more peaceful with that expression. My eyes heated up. My lips trembled, holding back tears. Lionel held my hand, pulling me to save myself. However, I resisted. I wanted to be with my father for longer.I pulled back the blanket to sleep beside him, but seeing
[Sinclair]I needed shareholders because I couldn't manage such a big company alone. They helped me when I was a new leader by buying shares, giving advice, and sharing their experience in entrepreneurship.However, I wasn't that young Sinclair Wyndham. My horizons were broad and my connections were numerous. I wasn't afraid of anyone's threats because even the biggest shareholders were replaceable. I had many acquaintances who wanted to buy shares in Wyndham Finance.Henry Swan was the largest shareholder after me. He held twenty-five percent while I held fifty-one. I agreed to some of his suggestions out of respect for him as a senior. However, his threats wouldn't deter me."I won't forbid you and the shareholders from withdrawing funds or selling your shares. I'll gladly buy them at their current value. If it's not big enough, I'm willing to add ten percent so you don't lose out," I said.“What did you say?” Henry was surprised by my response. “You don't have enough money to pay my
Bridget intended to cover my mouth with her hand, but Scott grabbed it and pulled it away from me. The woman took a step back. She glared at my bodyguard. All her protectors stood between us.I scrutinized her face. She looked uneasy after I mentioned Karl's name. What did she hide from me about the accident and the whereabouts of my husband's driver? I didn't want to believe it. Bridget and Sean couldn't have harmed their son."Don't make accusations without evidence. I can sue you for defamation." Bridget glanced at the door behind her. "If that's all you want to talk about, leave. Don't ever see me again."“I won't come if you don't interfere with my life,” I shot back.Bridget scoffed. "You're the one who disrupted our lives by flaunting your relationship with your new man shortly after your husband's death. Can't you stay out of our lives?“”You said our relationship was over. Why does everything I do have to do with you? Cullen is dead. There's no rule against me being close to
Scott took cover behind the wall near the entrance. He watched our surroundings as he pulled out his phone. I stood behind him, letting him protect me with his body.I couldn't understand what was happening. Why did Scott pull me back to the lobby and protect me? What hit the pavers earlier? People around the place glanced at us and whispered with the person at their side. Others walked on without paying attention to us.“We can't get to the parking lot,” Scott said to the person on the phone. “Oh. Good.”“What's wrong?” I asked in confusion.“We're going to the car. Rocco's out front.” Scott took my hand and pulled me out.“You haven't answered my question. What's wrong?” I strode at his side.Scott looked around us as he opened the car door for me. “We'll talk later. Hurry up and get in.” He held my head to keep it from hitting the car roof.I sat down, and he closed the door. My heart was pounding. Scott's actions were confusing. He sat in the front seat next to the driver. After h
Dad was pleased when I said goodbye. I bought his favorite food, and the warden let me give it to him. I left that place with a smile, but the visit broke my heart. I couldn't bear to see my parents suffer in prison.They weren't angels. Yes, they were cruel to people they didn't like, but they never sent anyone to beat others. They hurt with words and confronted their enemies directly, not hiding behind a hitman.The culprit was an ignorant coward. I didn't know how to find out the person behind the slanderous prisoner. I couldn't ask the warden to show me the security camera footage or bribe the culprit to confess.“Where to next?” Scott asked when we were in the car.My phone vibrated. “One second.”There was a new message from Taylor. She sent a picture of Jessica meeting a woman I knew. I scoffed. So, she paid that nanny to harm Edith? What a crazy rich woman!I copied the nanny's address and sent it to Scott's number. “Let's go there.”Unfortunately, that woman had moved. She di
[Darcy]I wore a hat, sunglasses, and a mask before exiting the car. Scott followed me to the entrance of the meeting room. I removed my head and face covering at the inspection but put it back on when the officer found out why I was wearing it.I sat down in the available chair. The place was quiet, unlike my visit on Saturday. There was only me in the large room. The door to the room opposite me was open. An officer entered and held the door open for a woman.My heart squeezed tightly at the blue bruises on the woman's cheeks. Her right eye was as red as blood, although it had faded. What prison was it? Why did the guards let another inmate beat up a prisoner every week? My mom could die before finishing her sentence.“Darcy, thank God you came,” Mom sobbed. "I thought you were angry with me and didn't want to come anymore. I'm glad to see you're okay."My eyes heated up, but I refrained from crying. Thankfully, I wore sunglasses. So, Mom couldn't see the water in my eyes. What happ
I had finished breakfast when Darcy came out of the bedroom. She wore all black. Looking at her neat appearance, she was going somewhere. That woman was stubborn. She shouldn't have gone anywhere until her face recovered.However, I allowed her. Although she was mine, I had no right to control her life. Darcy owned her life. No human being liked to be restrained, not even me. She had today off and might have plans that couldn't be postponed.“I've finished eating. Why haven't you told me who ruined my face? Hurry up and tell me,” Darcy urged.I intentionally waited for her to finish eating, so my report wouldn't make her lose her appetite. “Take your medicine. Then, I'll tell you everything.”“You've been—” she protested.“ I mean it this time,” I said.Darcy grumbled as she took the medicine out of the bag. She took one tablet and swallowed it. “Tell me quickly,” she said.“There's a dangerous substance in your powder. The perpetrator mixed it in while you were dressing up, getting r
[Sinclair]I held back my anger vigorously at the redness on Darcy's face. Someone had sown something dangerous into her mask or makeup. That woman must feel so uncomfortable and helpless. She was so frightened to see her reflection in the mirror.The doctor confirmed my guess. Her face's condition wasn't due to a food or drink allergy but the use of unsuitable makeup on her face. From the severity of her skin, harmful substances were mixed with her compact or moisturizer.I left Darcy while the doctor and nurse gave her first aid. I took out my phone from the inside pocket of my jacket. “Ask all the security guards to check Darcy's bag. Either her compact or moisturizer is mixed with a dangerous substance.“Then, have them check the dancers‘ and instructors’ bags and lockers. The culprit must be one of them. Only they know where Darcy's bags and lockers are. Do it neatly. I don't want the guests to see any commotion,” I ordered.“What happened?” Enzo asked.“Darcy's whole face is red