A bright morning greeted me as I stepped outside, feeling the weight of my recent conversation with Jack begin to lift, at least for now. As for today, Lena happily accompanied me, eager as ever, her light-hearted demeanor a perfect contrast to my own tightly guarded thoughts. We decided to explore the town, visit some of the spots that held many memories. It felt strange, seeing Anacortes again in this lightโas a place to simply enjoy. Two elite bodyguards accompanied us, blending discreetly into the surroundings, trained to remain inconspicuous yet alert. Their presence reminded me of the stakes, but I pushed that aside, hoping today would just be a simple day out.We started with a cafรฉ in town, where I indulged in a strong coffee and Lena ordered a pastry that looked too delicate to eat. For a while, we just laughed, talking about her plans, her classes, and the people in her life. It was nice, grounding in a way Iโd been missing since I came back.As lunchtime approached, Lena s
The next few days had been about me and jack deciding to finally see this resort that Wilma had built.And with Jackโs guidance, we made our way towards the Montefalco resort. It felt surreal as we approached the grand entrance, cloaked by shadows and guarded by staff who, thankfully, didnโt seem to recognize either of us under our carefully chosen attire. We entered through a back pathway that Jack had scouted earlier, careful to avoid the main entrance and any security cameras that could expose our identities. The resort sprawled out before us as we walked further inside. Lush tropical plants framed the entrance, and I couldnโt help but feel a pang of disbelief at the grandeur. This place was more than just opulentโit was dripping with wealth and exclusivity. Guests milled about, dressed in designer clothes and exuding that effortless elegance of the elite. Some lounged by the pool, others sipped cocktails on the sun-drenched terrace, while a few sat by the garden in private, sec
After the intense day Jack and I had spent at Wilmaโs resort, confronting not only the twisted lies plastered across its walls but also Wilma herself, I knew what needed to be done. My anger had simmered long enough; it was time to take action. I wouldnโt sit idle as Wilma wrapped her tentacles tighter around the remnants of Justinโs estate and rebranded his memory for her own twisted gain. That encounter in the lavish, deceit-ridden walls of her resort had been the final push I needed to put an end to her schemes.Once weโd returned to Jackโs office, I took a steadying breath before voicing the decision that had solidified in my mind. โIโm ready to file a lawsuit, Jack. Wilma has crossed every line imaginable,โ I said, my voice sharper than I intended. โSheโs using assets, properties, and finances that were never hers to use. And that plaqueโdedicating the entire place to Justin? Itโs blatant manipulation.โJack leaned back in his chair, nodding as he mulled over the words. โThatโ
[LENAโS POV]I glanced at my watch as I headed up the building stairs, my stomach churning with nervous energy. Margarette had asked me to deliver a package to one of her colleaguesโnothing fancy, just some gifts she had put together. She said sheโd be busy during lunch and needed me to drop them off for her.I didnโt mind helping out; I was grateful Margarette trusted me enough to take care of her little errands. Besides, it gave me an excuse to break from my usual routine.Stepping into the cafรฉ where we were to meet, I adjusted my blouse, trying to smooth out wrinkles that probably werenโt even there. I told myself this was just a simple drop-off, that I didnโt need to be so anxious, but that never stopped my nerves from twisting.Then, as I scanned the tables, I froze.Jack was sitting there, looking relaxed as he browsed through his phone, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. My heart raced, my mind swirling with confusion. This wasnโt supposed to be a lunch with Jac
[MARGARETTEโS POV]The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window as I spotted Lena stepping through the front door, looking refreshingly radiant and a bitโฆwell, dazed. I stifled a grin, noticing how she lingered at the door a little longer than usual, a tell-tale sign that she was trying to collect herself. Jackโs car had just pulled out of the driveway, and I couldnโt resist the playful urge that bubbled up in me. I took a few steps closer, casually leaning against the doorway with a smile that I knew Lena would recognize as mischief. โSoโฆโ I drawled, crossing my arms, my voice just loud enough to snap her out of whatever lingering thoughts Jack might have left her with. โHow was your date?โHer eyes widened, cheeks flushing with that unmistakable shade of pink. โItโit wasnโt a date, Margarette,โ she stammered, hurrying to set her purse down as if that action alone might distract me from my teasing.โOh, really?โ I raised a brow, leaning a little closer to her. โBecause from wh
Yesterdayโs laughter with Lena felt like a distant memory as I refocused on why I had come back to Anacortesโto bring justice to everything Justinโs mother had taken from me. The sun had barely risen, casting soft light through my window, when I found myself sitting at my desk, sifting through stacks of documents and revisiting old memories. Jack had just informed me that heโd officially filed the lawsuit against Wilma for her illegal usage of assets, particularly those belonging to Justin and me as conjugal property.The prospect of standing up against Wilma was daunting, to say the least. Iโd seen her power, her influence, the way she used people and assets without a second thought. But I knew this was something I couldnโt avoid. Sitting back and letting her rewrite the truth of Justinโs legacy wasnโt an option, not anymore.I barely had time to finish my coffee before my phone rang and saw that it was Jack who called, his voice calm yet urgent on the other end of the line. โGood
The days following the filing of the lawsuit against Wilma passed in a blur of legal discussions and quiet reflection. But amid the whirlwind, I couldnโt shake the nagging thought of grandma, whom was the only person that showed me true kindness during my time at the Montefalco household. She had been a surrogate grandmother to me, offering warmth and wisdom when everything else in that home felt cold and transactional. When I learned about her being left at the retirement home like she was of no use to Wilma anymore, my heart broke and there has not been a day that I didnโt worry what could her condition be like even now as I thought about her.It made me want to look after her but I know it wouldnโt even be easy especially while Wilma was still around to hamper me.I found myself sitting in Jackโs office one afternoon, the faint hum of his coffee machine filling the silence. He was scanning a document, his brow furrowed in concentration. I hesitated for a moment before finally voic
My visit to Madam Victoria had left an ache in my heart, but it had also reignited a fire within me. Seeing her fragile frame and hearing her faint voice as she recognized me had solidified my resolve. Wilma might have left her to languish in that retirement facility, but I would make sure she was cared for and loved.Sitting in Jack’s office once again, I found my mind racing with the events of the past few days.Jack sat across from me, his desk cluttered with papers and files. He sipped his coffee as he skimmed through another document, his usual sharp focus evident. I took a deep breath, deciding it was time to voice the next part of my plan.“Jack,” I began, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions withi
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like thisโdays that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something olderโsomething like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didnโt have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. Heโd been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruinโsometimes all at once.โItโs really over, isnโt it?โ I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didnโt answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.โI wanted to fix everything for you,โ he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. โI wanted to give you a life that didnโt hurt.โI closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. โYou did,โ I said. โFor a while, you did.โI heard the crunch
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. โIโm not the same person I was before,โ I said, my voice firm, unwavering. โAnd Iโm not walking away this time.โThe manโs eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the manโs grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didnโt go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leonโalways so calm, always so carefulโwas ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasnโt over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. โYou really think youโve won?โ he spat, his voice dripping with venom. โYouโre nothing but a pawn in a game you canโt ev
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my lifeโmy familyโs betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deathsโstood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leonโs grip on my hand tightened, but I didnโt let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The manโheโsmirked, watching us. โYou think this will end well? Youโve no idea what youโre up against. My people are everywhere.โI took a step forward, ignoring Leonโs silent plea to retreat. โYou killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?โ My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadnโt realized I had. โYou were wrong.โThe manโs face faltered, just for a
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my fatherโs tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprintsโplans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didnโt.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. โYou know that name?โI shook my head. โNo. But look hereโhe signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.โLeon pulled out his phone. โIโll run a background check.โI kept flipping through the documentsโand found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than Iโd expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweaterโeach piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like heโd disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didnโt believe in ghosts. โHeโs hiding,โ he said as he handed me a thick folder. โAnd thisโthis will force him out.โI flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. โLetโs pay him a visit.โThe cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearbyโhe hadnโt slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didnโt speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows weโre desperateโand she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope Iโm right.My breath hitched. Marianaโthat was my motherโs name.I flipped thro
MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.โEliseโs father wasnโt bluffing,โ I breathed, my heart hammering. โHe had backup ready.โLeon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharpโa painful reminder that I couldnโt afford to lose control now.โEliseโs father!โ I shouted to Leon. โHeโs escaping!โThrough the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.โGet down!โ Leonโs voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldnโt allow myself to hesitateโnot now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasnโt going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Eliseโs father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the manโs chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didnโt hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadnโt sleptโnot really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didnโt need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didnโt leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.โHow long do you think heโs known I survived?โ I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didnโt look away from his mug. โLong enough to start covering his tracks. But he didnโt expect the locket to resurface.โMy hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and meโher arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadnโt even remembered until last night.โHe killed her,โ I whispered. โHe killed my father. For what? A project?โโNot just a project,โ