Chapter four ( her return)

Six years later.

They say time heals all wounds, but they’re wrong. Time just gives you the tools to sharpen your blade.

I stood at the window of my penthouse suite, watching the skyline of the city that had spat me out like trash. I wasn't that shaking girl in the oversized blazer anymore. My body was toned, my movements were calculated, and my heart was a vault of ice. I adjusted the sleeves of my custom-made blazer, the silk feeling like armor.

"Lydia... Charlie... I’m back," I whispered, my reflection in the glass looking back at me with a cold, predatory light. "I survived the gutter you threw me into. And now, I’m here to take everything that belongs to me. Starting with your dignity."

A small tug at my hand brought me back to the present.

"Mommy? Are we staying in this big castle now?"

I looked down at Leo. He was five, a brilliant, stubborn little brat who had inherited his father’s brooding brow and my mother’s gentle heart. Every time he looked at me with those dark, intense eyes, I was reminded of why I had worked three jobs in London while building my first tech firm from a kitchen table.

"For a little while, Leo," I said, smoothing his curls. "We have some business to finish."

My assistant, Sarah, walked in, her tablet glowing. "Ms. Vance, the Vane shipping empire is hemorrhaging cash. Charlie’s latest expansion failed, and the board is panicking. They’re desperate for a buyout."

"Good," I said, turning away from the window. "Sarah, you’ll be the face of this operation. To the world, you are the CEO of Vance International. I want you to offer them double the market price for the Vane family estate and the main headquarters. I want Charlie to think he’s being saved by a mystery benefactor."

Sarah nodded, a professional smile on her lips. "And when we own the deed?"

"Then I’ll show him my face," I replied. "I want to see the moment he realizes he sold his soul to the woman he called 'nothing.'"

The Airport Plaza

Later that afternoon, I took Leo to the plaza near the business district. I needed to feel the pavement beneath my feet, to breathe the air of the city as a victor. I wore oversized designer sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, keeping my head down as Leo ran ahead toward a fountain.

"Leo, don't go too far!" I called out, laughing as he tried to jump over a puddle.

Across the street, a man in a dark suit stopped dead in his tracks.

Marcus, Charlie’s head of security and longtime friend, had been grabbing a coffee when he saw the boy. His heart nearly stopped. The kid... the kid had the exact same scowl, the same defiant stance that Charlie had in the old photos from their childhood.

He looked at the woman standing behind the boy. She was elegant, radiating wealth and power, her face partially hidden by the glasses. But there was something in the way she moved a ghost of a memory.

Marcus didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone and snapped three quick photos of them before they disappeared into a waiting black car.

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Vane Headquarters

Charlie Vane was staring at a pile of debt notices when his phone buzzed. It was a private message from Marcus.

’Boss, you need to see this. I’m at the South Plaza. I just saw a kid... dem it, Charlie, he’s a carbon copy of you at that age. And the woman he was with... there’s something familiar about her.’

Charlie clicked the attachment. The photo was a bit grainy, but the boy’s face was unmistakable. The dark curls, the set of the jaw it was like looking into a mirror across time.

"F**k," Charlie breathed, his grip tightening on the phone until his knuckles turned white.

He scrolled to the next photo. The woman. She was leaning down to talk to the boy, her profile sleek and expensive. Even with the sunglasses, the shape of her lips sent a jolt of electricity through his spine.

"Who the hell are you?" he muttered, his mind racing.

He thought of Elara. He thought of the night he threw her out in the rain, calling her a thief and a liar.

“It can't be," he whispered, slamming the phone onto the desk. "She’s gone. She’s nothing."

But as he looked back at the photo of the little boy, a cold, gnawing feeling began to grow in his chest. A feeling that the past he had buried was about to break through the floorboards and drag him under.