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Mother's Legacy

Author: Chioma Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-07 00:26:21

Lena’s POV

I stormed into the mansion like a fire set loose, heels hitting the marble so sharply the sound bounced up the walls.

The minute I crossed the foyer, the scent of my mother’s favorite lavender cleaner, the old framed pictures she hung, the stupid carved wooden table she insisted on keeping even though it didn’t match anything, everything hit me at once. The home she built. The home she tried so hard to keep warm.

And here he was… ruining it. Again.

“Where is my dad?” I snapped, my voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

The secretary at the bottom of the stairs jolted like I’d struck her. She blinked up at me with that tight, uneasy look people get when they’re caught in the middle of something they want no part in.

“H-he’s upstairs, Miss Lena.”

I didn’t wait. I was already halfway up when his voice floated down from the landing, smooth, too calm.

“Lena, love,” he called, stepping into view with that stupid soft smile. “You finally came to see me.”

I almost laughed.
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