LOGINTwo faces, one life, and a world of lies.I ran back into the Archives. The scream had come from the vault. I found Ben on the floor. He was clutching his chest, his face pale."Ben! What happened?" I cried, kneeling beside him."She... she was here," Ben gasped. "She took the ledger. The real one. The one that proves the Thorne family had a secret debt to the underground of Lagos.""I just saw her outside!" I said. "How could she be here?""She’s fast, Vivian. And she knows this building better than you do. She’s been living in the walls for years."I helped Ben to a chair and called for help. My mind was spinning. If V had the ledger, she could take everything. She could prove that the Thorne land was bought with "blood money." The courts would take it all back. The peace I had built would vanish in a day.I drove home like a madwoman. I needed to get to Darlington and the baby. I needed to warn them. When I pulle
The past is a ghost that doesn't know how to stay dead. I stood in my beautiful new bedroom, but the air felt like ice. The smell of lilies stayed in my nose, thick and sweet, even though there were no flowers in the room. I looked at the email on my screen again.See you soon, Sister.I didn't have a sister. My parents only had me. Or so I thought. I closed the laptop with a snap, my heart racing. I looked at the window. The trees across the water were still, but I felt eyes on me."Vivian? Is everything okay?" Darlington called from the kitchen. I heard the sound of a spoon hitting a ceramic mug. It was a normal, happy sound. But nothing felt normal anymore."I'm fine!" I yelled back, but my voice was thin.I walked to the mirror to splash cold water on my face. I needed to wake up. I was safe. Maurice was gone. Evelyn was ash. I looked into the glass, and for a second, I didn't see myself. I saw a woman with my face,
Some fires never go out, they just wait for fresh wood.The world was spinning. The explosion from the manor had sent a wave of heat and dust over the yard. I crawled toward the well, my side burning from the bullet wound. I didn't look at Evelyn. I didn't look at Darlington. I only looked at the stone edge of the well."No, no, no," I whimpered.I reached the edge and looked down. My heart stopped.The bundle was caught on a rusted hook only a few feet down. The baby was crying a real, loud, beautiful cry. I reached down, my fingers shaking, and grabbed the lace of his blanket. I pulled him up, tucking him against my chest. He was safe. He was real."I've got you," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "I've got you."I looked up. The yard was a mess. The police were disarming Evelyn’s men. Ben was helping Darlington to his feet. But Evelyn was gone.I saw a shadow moving toward the burning manor. It was Evelyn. S
Chapter 12: The Basement of TruthThe smell of gasoline is the smell of an ending. I hit the cold, hard floor of the cellar with a thud that knocked the air out of my lungs. Above me, the wooden ceiling clicked shut. The last thing I saw was the flicker of a match in Stacy’s hand."Darlington!" I screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the thick stone walls.The cellar was dark and wet. I scrambled to my feet, my hands sliding in the puddles of fuel. Stacy had been busy. She hadn't just lured me here with a doll; she had turned my father’s old home into a giant bomb. I looked up. Small drops of gasoline were dripping through the cracks in the floorboards.I reached into my pocket, my heart racing. I had burned the memory card in the fire upstairs. I had watched it melt. But as my fingers touched the lining of my jacket, I felt a small, sharp edge.I pulled it out. My eyes went wide.It was another memory card
Revenge is a circle, and I was right back at the start.I looked at Darlington. He was starting to wake up, his eyes fluttering. I couldn't bring him with me. He was too weak, and Evelyn’s men were still out there. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the glove box.I have to save the baby. I have the evidence. Stay alive. I love you.I kissed his forehead and stepped out into the rain. I left the SUV running so the heater would keep him warm. I took Ben’s old car, which he had left nearby, and headed toward the Thorne manor.The manor was a ruin. It had been empty since my father died. It sat on a hill, surrounded by dead trees and tall grass. It looked like a skeleton of a house.I walked through the front door. The floorboards creaked under my feet. The air was thick with the smell of mold and old secrets."Stacy!" I called out. My voice echoed through the empty halls. "I’m here! Show me the baby!A soft cry
Death has a way of repeating itself, but this time it didn't smell like a hospital. It smelled like the expensive leather of a luxury car and the cold, metallic scent of a trap. I held Darlington’s head in my lap, my screams hitting the glass windows. His skin was turning blue, and his breathing was a ragged, wet sound."Darlington! Stay with me! Don't you dare leave me!" I begged.Outside, Evelyn Caldarian stood like a statue. She watched my panic with a small, bored smile. She held the remote in her hand as if she was just watching a television show. She leaned down to the window again."He was always the weak link, Vivian," her voice came through the car's intercom. "He thought he could use my methods against me. But I am the one who taught him how to breathe. And I am the one who can stop it.""What did you do to him?" I sobbed, trying to rub warmth into his cold hands."A simple poison in his wine a







