My heart race from horror as I thought about what would become of grandma. After seeing her lying unconscious on the floor, my reflexes urged me to call for help. Emergency hotlines were faster to save grandma after I shouted to the maids to call for help. They were able to provide immediate response to Grandma. โMargaretteโฆโ Grandmaโs voice sounded too low that I almost didnโt hear her whispering for my name. An oxygen mask was still clinging against her lower face enabling to help her breathe.What seemed to have happened to grandma was a series of asthmatic attract. It would appear that her personal nurse took a break believe that grandma wouldnโt be up from her afternoon nap until itโs dinner time.Not knowing that grandma was already up early because she forgot to take her inhaler. But since walking for too long was making grandma too tired, it was impossible for her to grab the inhaler at the wall cabinet where most of her maintenance medicines were stored.โIโm right here, Gr
โMother? Why did you have to slap me?โ I eventually asked her while my hand voluntarily pressed my swollen cheek. I could feel my skin vibrating from the impact of Justinโs motherโs action.It was physically painful, but what was more hurting for me was the fact that my own mother-in-law would eventually raise her hand at me. And I donโt even have any single clue why she would even do this time.It was not until she finally speaks again, โYou did this to my mother! You didnโt even dare call us right away, had it been for the maids, we wouldnโt even know.โ She screamed at my face.It was the first time that mother had acted like that. It was even too petty, although it was a shortcoming of mine that I was unable to call them right away. โMother, it was an emergency. I had to call for the medics right away to be certain that grandma could be saved right away. If I failed to inform you immediately, please understand that it was because I had to watch over grandma.โ I reasoned, hoping th
Over a day had passed and here I am trying to sulk from the time that time when I learned that Justin still have feelings for Regina. And It hurt so much having to hear that from him directly. I had always believe that since the accident, Justin would eventually change the way he feels for me. However, I was wrong to think that someone like my husband was even capable of loving me truly.The way he treated the past few weeks were only result of his pity over what happened to me. I was naive to think that Justin had already changed. Perhaps I was wrong again.โI hope youโre not forgetting to eat, dear. You look so pale that I am getting worried about you and the child inside of you.โ Aunt Lou eventually took my moment of thinking.Apparently, after telling her that I miss her, Aunt Lou insisted to take me out for dinner. Since Justin and I had this argument, we still really havenโt talk about it. The longer this cold treatment between us occurs, all the more that I get this strong fee
At this moment, all the longing and sadness within me had all been replaced with anger and disappointment. My anger extends for Regina, that bitch really dares to steal my man at all cost. And my disappointment was meant for my husband, Justin.Looking at them walking together as Regina clings her arms around my husband brings my blood to boil. I was feeling the urge to go and confront them but knowing my husband, he would only humiliate me more than explain himself for this infidelity.Of course, he would much rather save Regina than to think about my feelings first. Besides, I simply couldnโt make any commotion here. Aunt Lou was still with me and I had no choice but to keep the act that Justin was not doing this to me again. It will only make a disastrous issue here once my aunt learns that my husband has been cheating on me.The moment that Regina and Justin were inside the private room, I immediately went back to Aunt Lou who was still worried about me.โHey, are you okay, dear?
Mother glared at us with a questioning gaze as though it meant to be like she didnโt want aunt Lou to enter the house. There was a sudden tension at the moment between mother and my aunt Lou.โGood evening, you must be the motherโin-law that my niece here is talking about as a very generous one.โ Aunt Lou promptly said breaking the silence.Although aunt Lou gave a nice greeting towards mother, I couldnโt simply shake off the awkward feeling that was still hanging between her and my aunt. It was like at any moment now, mother would definitely strike back against aunt lou for some reason. And I didnโt want that to happen.Since there was still an eerie silence that came after the greeting that aunt Lou did, I was already forced to meddle and hope to try prevent mother from saying horrible things that would trigger Aunt Lou.However, just as I was about to speak to mother at the moment, Mother immediately speak up and said, โThank you, youโre niece is such a sweet daughter-in-law. Sorry
Suddenly, everything around us remained still like time had just froze while the three of us were looking at each other.Everything just felt intense now that my aunt Lou retaliates back. I actually would never have thought she was actually capable of doing that. I know Aunt Lou was a very patient person, although she could be very stern sometimes, which was why I do understand if she would eventually react that way.If I were in her shoes, I would definitely do the same thing. Aunt Lou was just defending me, her family from the rudeness of my own mother-in-law.โHow dare you lay a hand on me? Didnโt you know I am a lawyer? I could sue you for that!โ Mother once again used her lawsuit card to threaten another person.โI am more than prepared to counter you in court for harassing my niece. To think you are a lawyer and yet, you didnโt even know how to show any concern to your own daughter-in-law? Before you accuse my niece for not doing her job, why donโt you ask your son first what c
The moment Aunt Lou left me all by myself, was the time that I suddenly felt shivers down my spine. I knew that by facing my mother now, she would eventually get mad at me.And yet, when I entered her office things seemed like it was not what I expected it to be. My mother-in-law happened to be calm earlier which was a total surprise for me.I made sure to knock three times before I made the approach. โMother, Iโm here now,โ She gave me a quick glance before she continued to sign the papers on her table. โSit down, Margarette.โI was seriously nervous at the moment. Thinking Iโd be alone with my mother-in-law terrifies me to the core. She could interrogate me or blame me for what happened earlier and I'm certain that I'd have no answer to provide her with.But as I sat down the adjacent chair across her table. I was surprised that she actually didnโt even yell or be mad at me. I was surprised, as a matter of fact. โMother, about theโโ I was about to start having a conversation with
โ Iโm sorry, mother, but I donโt really feel comfortable talking about this issue any longer.โ I promptly told mother the truth.My whole body was feeling the tension all over. Itโs like any moment now, i think I would eventually faint from the feeling of fright and discomfort. Since I could already feel like I would faint any moment, I instantly made my way out only to be hampered by mother, โAnd where do you think youโre going? Weโre not even finished talking, Margarette.โDespite hearing motherโs voice, I suddenly felt like everything was going wrong around me. My chest abruptly felt too tight that I couldnโt nearly breath, even my hearing becomes too shallow.It leaves me the feeling as though motherโs voice was coming from a deep well. โMother, I donโt think I can still handle more ofโโ it was then that I could no longer hand it anymore that I eventually got consumed by the darkness that had engulfed my consciousness.Before I knew it, I eventually woke up next inside my room wh
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