Rhea's Pov Fiona took the box carefully from my hands, cradling it against her chest as though it might shatter if she held it too tightly. Neither of us spoke as we walked out of the Laurent mansion, our footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet hallway. The moment we stepped outside, the air felt different but it was laced with an unshakable heaviness. The driver was already waiting, standing beside the car with a stiff, professional posture. He opened the door for us without a word. Fiona slid in first, placing the box gingerly on the seat between us, and I followed, pulling the door shut behind me.The car started and drove out of the estate with silence and tension so thick that I could even taste it. It was Fiona who finally broke it. She turned toward me, her brows furrowed in thought, her voice quieter than usual but edged with suspicion.“Do you think Mr Laurent is hiding something?” She asked, “Especially with his wife’s condition, it feels like there’s more to it than he’s t
Rhea's Pov Fiona gasped and crouched down immediately, shaking Mrs Laurent’s shoulder, “Mrs Laurent! Mrs Laurent, can you hear me?!”Mr Laurent was already at her side, his hands trembling as he checked her pulse. His face stayed grim, but there was no panic, only a heaviness that made my chest feel tight.“She’s alive.” He murmured, brushing damp hair away from her face, “This happens sometimes, she faints at random. It started a few weeks ago, after Ava got married. Doctors couldn’t find the cause, stress, trauma, they said, but it’s gotten worse lately.”I crouched beside him, my gaze still fixed on her pale features, “And you never thought that maybe it wasn’t just stress? That maybe whatever Coleman has been doing is connected to this?”His jaw tightened, “You think I haven’t wondered that? But every time she wakes up, she remembers nothing about what happened before she collapsed. It’s like her mind blocks it out entirely.”Fiona’s hand lingered on Mrs Laurent’s wrist, her brow
Rhea's Pov “What?! You killed his son?! How…!” If Coleman's son had died at their hands, that explains why he wanted Ava to marry him and why Mr Laurent couldn't refuse him. “I… I didn't do that personally, it wasn't until the boy had died that I was informed. However, there's no excuse as I was involved in it. The year Norman died, Coleman made a lot of trouble but no matter what, he wasn't able to bring us to justice because like they say, money make the world go round. So he laid low. We all thought he had finally accepted his fate, until the first woman disappeared.” “What first woman? His first wife?” “Yes. Isabella Roarke. He had gotten married to her using blackmail in 2006. But at that time, we had no idea that he was Coleman Truce, we merely thought he was someone who caught a wind of what we had done and wanted to use it against us. Our business was still building from the money we had shared from the trafficking. I told them I wasn't interested in doing it anymore and I
Rhea's Pov “You know nothing!” He yelled, his voice echoing in the sitting room. “Mr Laurent, your daughter might even be dead now and what are you doing? Keeping quiet?! Don't you even care about what Victor Grant is doing to her?! She's your daughter for crying out loud! You're nothing but a devil who sold off his daughter for money, if I was Ava, I would kill myself and curse you to hell!” His face flushed deep red, his jaw tightening like a vice, “You have no right to speak to me that way in my own home!” “Oh, I have every right.” I shot back, leaning forward, my voice dripping with venom, “Because unlike you, I’m not pretending everything is fine while my own blood suffers God knows what at the hands of a man like Victor Grant. Tell me, Mr Laurent, how do you sleep at night? Or do you just count the stacks of money you got for her instead?” His nostrils flared, his knuckles turning white where they gripped the armrest. I tilted my head, my tone deliberately calm, a
Rhea's Pov “Alright. Let's go in then.” I gestured towards the huge doors. The maid bowed a little and turned sharply, her head lowered. However, I was being watched at all sides. The maids all acted like they were busy but I could see the way their eyes following my every movement. As we walked into the sitting room, a man’s voice cut through the quiet. “Do you not know it’s rude to wear shades inside someone’s home?” “Forgive me. My eyes are not used to the light yet so I need to wear sunglasses anywhere I go.” I apologised, but anyone could hear that it wasn't really that much of an apology. I looked at the man sitting in front of me through my sunglasses, observing. He was doing the same. This was Ava's father, the man who had sold his daughter to a con artist just because of some cash. It wasn't like the Laurent Family wasn't a wealthy family. Though not as wealthy as the Vale's, they had more than the Thorne's so how the hell did they agree to go on with this sort of
Rhea's Pov His lips parted, but no words came.“I’ll tell you what.” I continued, my tone turning cool and razor-sharp, “I promise you all who are resigning from this place today, in my honour, that in just a few days, I’ll make sure every single person here is fixed up in a position far better than this place. And it won’t matter what little phone calls you make or whose ear you try to whisper in because you’ll be the one with no credibility left.”I turned my attention to the others, my voice softening just enough, “Go. Prepare your things. I’ll handle the rest.”“Thank you so much Miss Rhea. It's because of you that we were able to have the opportunity to work here in the first place. We will never betray you."“It's no problem. Even if you chose to continue working here, I wouldn't blame you. One has to make money after all. Go on, Fiona will address you all later.” I smiled, gesturing for them to go and process their resignation. After they left, I turned to face the remaining p