When I got back to the estate, the sun was just beginning its slow crawl up the spine of the city. The house was asleep, or pretending to be. I could feel Eliana’s worry pressing through the walls, even from the driveway. It clung to the curtains, to the scent of her on my clothes.Consuelo’s call came before I’d even kicked off my shoes. “She’s in holding. She’s talking already.”“Of course she is,” I said, my voice rasping with exhaustion. “She never had the spine to face what she started.”“She gave up Rafael’s offshore account numbers,” Consuelo said. I could hear the pages flipping in her hands, the quiet thrill of victory under the cool lawyer’s tone. “And proof of the shell companies. She’s trying to trade it for a lighter sentence.”“She’ll get nothing.”“Oh, I know,” she said. “But we’ll take the evidence.”I shut the door to my study and sank into the chair, the leather cold against my back. All these years, I’d built walls against betrayal, thinking loyalty was forged in f
I didn’t go to bed that night. I sat in my study, lights off, curtains half-drawn so the skyline’s glow poured over the floor like molten silver. I didn’t need the light to see what was coming. I’d seen it in my father’s eyes when he warned me that power was a wolf — loyal to no one.By dawn, Vanessa was back at the estate. She had an overnight bag slung across her shoulder and dark rings under her eyes that matched mine. She kicked off her shoes and dropped into the chair opposite my desk.“She’ll run,” she said, voice flat, as if she’d spent all night debating with herself before spitting out the obvious truth. “Amelia’s cornered and scared. She’ll either vanish for good or try to barter her way out.”I drummed my fingers on the desk. “She’s a traitor, not a ghost. Traitors always think they have one more angle. That’s how they get caught.”Vanessa’s mouth curled into something that almost looked like admiration. “So we bait her?”I nodded once. “And we let her think she’s clever en
Morning broke cold, grey, and unwelcome. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the echo of Nanny Rose’s voice telling the court what we’d all hidden for years. I saw the betrayal etched on Amelia’s face when she realized her secrets were about to drag her under too.I sat at the kitchen counter, half-drunk coffee cold beside me, when Vanessa arrived. She looked like she hadn’t slept either. She tossed her bag onto the marble and opened her laptop without a word.“Any sign of Amelia?” I asked.Vanessa looked up. “She’s vanished. Left her apartment last night, turned off her phone. But she’s still using her old alias email. I’m tracking it.”“She won’t run far. She can’t afford to.”Vanessa clicked through tabs, the blue glow of the screen flickering over her sharp cheekbones. “She’s stupid enough to think she can cut a deal with Eliora or Rafael.”I leaned back, flexing my hand. A dull ache spread through my knuckles ,a leftover bruise from punching the wall last night.
I can still hear her words in my mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.Nanny Rose. The woman who had cared for my wife, for the twins. She had been silent for so many years, tucked away behind the lies she was forced to live with. But not anymore.It’s not just the weight of the words she spoke that hit me — it’s the weight of the realization. All the things I thought I knew about Eliora, about my family, were built on lies. I thought I had control. I thought I had everything in place, that we could walk out of this unscathed. But in this moment, I’m standing at the edge of a precipice, staring into the void.And I don’t know what comes next.The courtroom is a blur. The murmurs from the crowd, the sound of the gavel, the papers rustling as the judge motions for everyone to quiet down. I barely hear any of it. My gaze is locked on Eliora — the woman who tried to destroy everything I’ve built. The woman who’s destroyed my wife’s peace for years. The woman who’s tried to d
I always knew this day would come , the day when the secrets I buried with my bones would crawl out, hungry to ruin us all if I didn’t speak first.I was never supposed to stand here , in a courtroom packed with strangers and reporters , my old legs shaking under the weight of so much truth.I didn’t belong to Adrian’s family. Never did. I belonged to the twins’ family. Eliana and Eliora — two faces, one shadow. I was the one who fed them, rocked them to sleep, wiped the blood from Eliora’s scraped knees and the tears from Eliana’s cheeks when she’d hide behind the kitchen door.I should have spoken years ago. But I didn’t. I was too afraid. Afraid of their father — God rest his soul — who threatened me more than once to stay silent if I ever breathed a word about the things I saw. Afraid of Eliora, even as a child, because there was a darkness in her I never understood.I clear my throat. The judge waits. Adrian watches me from across the room, his arm draped protectively around Eli
I knew something was wrong before the knock even came.It was after midnight when Vanessa called me to the downstairs study. The twins were asleep, Eliana curled beside them, her breathing finally calm after weeks of strained nights and silent dinners. Outside, the wind lashed against the glass walls of the penthouse, a reminder that nothing ever stays still for long.Vanessa stood by the window, arms folded, eyes sharper than the storm outside. She didn’t waste time.“She’s here,” she said.“Who?”Vanessa stepped aside. And there, framed by the soft lamp glow, stood a ghost from my childhood.Nanny Rose.Older now ,thinner, slower , but the same. The same heavy wool shawl she’d worn the night my mother died,she came to our house more often then because she was my late mum's relative. The same kindness around her eyes that once made nightmares shrink. Only tonight, that kindness was buried under something harder.“Master Adrian,” she said, voice dry but steady. “It’s time.”Time.It w