Mag-log inKate returned to the penthouse the next morning in the hope of finding the box that was in the photograph. She felt it could be the key to her revenge. She stepped into the building under the guise of misplacing her purse which needed to be found.
Michael was in the hall, watching TV. He hadn't had a good sleep after Kate left.
“I'm sorry about how I reacted last night,” Kate started. “I let the pressure of the deal you asked me to secure get to me. Business should not be mixed with…anything else.”
Michael stepped forward, “I don't think you ran because of pressure. You had something else in mind—something that was bothering you.”
Kate’s eyes met his, her heart pounded fast, “I just think we should focus on the impending deal you've tasked me with. Now, here’s another angle I'm looking at…”
She launched into a detailed discussion of the merger, forcing him to engage with her on a purely intellectual level. While he was distracted, she scanned the room. The photo she saw yesterday was gone.
“I saw a nice photograph yesterday, but I can't find it anymore. Have you thrown it away?” Kate asked in a casual manner, pointing at the space.
Michael blinks, “Oh that photograph, I had my housekeeper remove it. Why?”
“Nothing,” Kate answers. “Let’s continue.”
Kate knew Michael was lying. He had removed it because he saw that it was the object of distraction during yesterday’s intense moment.
Michael received a call. He turned away and walked towards a different room. Kate saw it as a chance to get her hands on the box. Her instincts led her into his master bedroom. She found the photo in a drawer. She scanned the photo again. The wall in the photo revealed a compartment—a safe perhaps. It was in Michael’s office.
She slipped into Michael’s office, sat in his chair, and switched on his computer. With the skills she had honed from her training, she easily bypassed the security, diving into the archives of Curry Industries.
She found a file that contained a detailed map of the company takeover. The details were brutal: Michael had used a loophole to seize control, claiming her father's assets to cover the alleged fraud. But then, she found a second, smaller file, a hidden ledger that detailed a series of offshore accounts. These accounts were not part of the company's assets. They were private, and they were funded by Michael, transferred in small, untraceable amounts to a single beneficiary: Jane Blackwood.
Her breath hitched. Michael didn't just steal everything, he protected her father's wealth, funneling it to her under a shell corporation. He had ensured she would never be destitute. This complicated everything. Michael didn't just betray, he protected her in silence although he never knew where she went after the disaster.
Later that day, Kate decided to test Michael. “There are rumors that you acquired Blackwood Industries under dubious means,” she started.
Michael’s jaw tightened, “Mr. Blackwood made some mistakes that I had to clean up. He did things that required my intervention. I wasn't a snitch. The police had found him out. Someone might have alerted them to some of his wrongdoings. That's the truth.” His answer was so convincing. Kate’s brows folded, her eyes rolled, and her fingers were shaking.
The expression on his face after the answer left Kate in a confused state. Kate tried to shake off the conflict in her head. She needed to find the final piece to determine the truth—the box. She located the faint line on the wall, pressed the sequence she had guessed from her father's old birthday, and the wall slid open, revealing a small, dusty safe.
Inside, she found the document she had dreaded and hoped for. It was a signed confession from her father, admitting to the fraud. Michael hadn't lied. Her father was guilty.
The note read: “I know I have made some terrible mistakes but I don't want my daughter to find out. Shield her. Be the villain, take the blame. It's an impossible request, but it's my final one as well. You're the only one I can trust.”
Kate broke down in tears. The man she had trained to destroy was the one her father trusted most. The man she was falling in love with was the man who had sacrificed his reputation, his friendship, and his peace to keep her safe.
The door to the office creaked open. Michael stepped in, his expression was unreadable. “What are you doing here, Kate?
She was exposed, her plan had been ripped to shreds. The man whom she thought was her enemy stood before her demanding the truth. She wiped her tears, stood up, and looked for exits.
Phil felt a wave of shock flush through his core as he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He glanced at his shoulder and saw blood blooming from it. Michael strolled forward and paused behind her. Phil fell to his knees, his hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispered—to Jane, or to himself. Jane stared at him for a moment, she felt pity—something she never thought she'd feel for him after what she had done to her. But, he was the one who made her stronger, the one who was there for her when she had nowhere to go. The sound of the sirens grew nearer. “Go,” Phil said. “Before they get you. Go, now!” Jane was stuck for a moment. Then she turned, grabbing Michael and Luke, dragging them toward the shadows of the garden beyond the greenhouse. Phil could not take his eyes off them as they vanished through the garden. His vision blurred. Jane didn't look back—not for a second. She knew she had to move with strict urgency. She was momentarily paralyzed after Phil’s encounter but s
As they stepped into the corridor behind the study, the once-peaceful environment erupted into controlled chaos. Emergency lights strobbed along the wall painting everything in red shadows. From both sides of the hallway, armed security men trooped in. The men who came in were Palmer’s private security men mixed with a few of Blackwood's estate cards who appeared confused. They had forgotten where their loyalty lay. “I think we should go left. It feels safe to do that. left, now!” Michael barked, his voice sounded strained, but it had command in it. Jane reacted instantly, hooking Luke’s arm around her shoulders as she pivoted. Her father’s weight dragged on her, years of confinement and injury slowed him, but she refused to let go. She felt Michael’s hand at the small of her back, firm, guiding, protective.A disturbing sound erupted behind. The sound was deafening in the narrow passage. A plastic material exploded right by Jane’s head. She was fast enough to dodge it. She turned b
Phil knew he had to make the tough decision. One he never anticipated. He was being tested. The organization wanted to know where his loyalty lies. The only way was to put Jane in the mix. They knew he had a soft spot for her. Meanwhile, in the Blackwood mansion, the words struck like a blade through the bare skin. Jane released her breath after she realized she had been holding her breath. “You’ve been aware of most of our moves,” she said slowly. “You were there. You listened attentively and silently. You reported every move. You coward.”Daniel’s smile widened further, “You were outstanding, I must admit. The ruthless Kate Vance who has now made love her weakness. You were the perfect weapon. The updates I gave them were top-notch.”Jane’s fingers trembled, but she managed to roll them into fists. Michael turned his head slightly, his voice was a low rumble. “You were a contributing factor in making her suffer. You're a disgrace, Daniel. You know nothing about loyalty.”Daniel’s
“The backup generators will kick-start after five minutes I think, that's all the time we have,” Jane said, her eyes fixed on the timer she was setting on her wristwatch. “Let's move, now.” They rolled like shadows with Jane leading the way to the old greenhouse. It was the entry point to the service tunnel. The greenhouse was a prestigious antique that her mother cherished—a glass sanctuary now overrun by vines and the touch of neglect. Jane looked around, trying to remember where the entrance was. Then, she found it. The tunnel’s entrance was hidden under a heavy, antique stone planter. The tunnel had become tighter than Jane anticipated. It was a narrow, claustrophobic passage that reeked of damp earth and forgotten things. They crept through the darkness in a slow but deliberate fashion. They used the faint glow of their headlamps to maneuver their way through the tunnel. “I don't think he's holding your father as a way of showing off, Jane,” Michael whispered, his voice echoin
The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly. “He’s played his role emphatically. I must give him that. He has been secretly gaining power,” Michael stated, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light. “Everything is coming together now. If he has been in the shadows and causing havoc, then I think he was the one who really tipped off the police about the fraud. He must be the one who put the eagle crest on the Project Manowa documents. He should be the one behind using your father’s own security system to build his empire. He is the one they call ‘The Taker.’ I believe this strongly. No one else could be.”
The picture on the screen felt like an uppercut, taken right on the chin. It was a picture that mocked their failure—a picture that sent a wave of emotions through their core. The study, once a place of peace, knowledge, and warmth, was now a stage for a nightmare. Her father, once a king in the mansion, was now a disgraced and dethroned king. The shadowy figure behind him was a phantom, a ghost in their own narrative, and the eagle tattoo was a brand, a symbol of a power they had grossly underestimated.“My father is not free,” Jane whispered, her voice shaking and her breath hitched. “They have him in our house, Michael.”Michael wrapped his arm around her, providing a solid, grounding presence in the dizzying whirlwind of her despair. Michael tried hard to mask his anger. His blood was running hot but he had to stay calm, support Jane, and come out with a plan. “I don't think Phil has a hand in this one. For the first time, he isn't the one taunting us,” he said, his voice a low, d







