로그인I found Darlington in the garden behind the club. He was standing over a man he had pinned to the wall. Darlingtons knuckles were bleeding over the place. When he saw me he let the man go and ran to me fast.
"Vivian what happened to you?" he said. He sounded really worried about me. "I saw someone following you " he said.
"The car is not safe " I said. I grabbed his coat tightly. "Do not get in the car. They cut the brakes. Maurice is trying to kill me. Like before when I died."
Darlingtons face turned into stone. He pulled me into his SUV car. His own security guard was driving the car. "Get us to the estate now!" he ordered the driver.
As we drove away from the club I sat in the seat. My hands were shaking really bad. Maurice, Stacy and Lis were all working together just to hurt me. They were not just trying to shame me, they were trying to finish what they started in my life back when I was alive.
"Vivian look at me " Darlington said. He took my hands in his hands. His hands were warm and nice. "I will not let Maurice touch you. I have guards at the house now. You are safe at the estate."
"Safe?" I whispered. "How can I be safe in a house built on my familys land?"
Darlington went very still. "What did you just say?" he asked me.
"I know, Darlington. I went to Town Shanghaii. I saw the records. Your father cheated my family. He took the Thorne land. He destroyed my family just to build your familys empire. The 'Blood Debt' is real is it not?"
Darlington looked away from me. His jaw was tight. "I found out a month ago " he said softly. "I wanted to tell you. I was trying to find a way to fix it without me losing you Vivian."
"Fix it?" I felt angry. "You can not fix a life that was stolen from me! My father died thinking he was a total failure because of your family, the Darlington family!"
"I know that!" Darlington shouted. He looked at me with a lot of pain in his eyes. "Why do you think I signed that contract? I am helping you destroy Maurice for a reason. I wanted to give it all to you Vivian. Every cent.Every penny. Every brick of this house, the Darlington estate."
I wanted to hate him. I could not. He was not his father. He was a man caught in a situation just like me, Vivian.
When we reached the estate the big gates opened. The guards were everywhere. Darlington led me inside to the library, a room with a lot of books.
"We stay here tonight " he said. "Tomorrow we take the papers to the police. Maurice is finished. Stacy is finished too they will go to jail."
We sat in the library room. Darlington sat on the floor by my chair. He rested his head against my knee. He looked very tired. I touched his hair with my fingers. For a second I forgot about revenge against Maurice and the others.
"Vivian " he said, looking up at me. "When this is over... I do not want you to leave me Vivian."
I did not have time to answer him.
A loud crashing sound came from the door. We heard people fighting and shouting. The library doors burst open. Clinton ran in with his shirt torn.
"Sir they are inside the estate!" he yelled loudly.
Behind him Maurice walked in he did not look like a businessman anymore. His hair was messy, His eyes looked crazy, and He was holding a gun. Stacy was behind him she was holding a can of gasoline, and her face was full of hate.
"You thought you could take everything from me Maurices things?" Maurice hissed and pointed the gun at Darlington. "You thought you could take my things, my money?"
"She was never yours Maurice " Darlington said, stepping in front of Vivian. "She was your victim you hurt her. She is done with you Maurice, she does not want you."
"Move, Darlington get out of my way!" Maurice screamed loudly. "She knows so many things she isn’t suppose not know about me!"
"I know you are a coward, Maurice " I said, I stepped out from behind Darlington. "I know you killed me once but I came back, and I am not dying tonight! not again."
Stacy stepped forward her hands were shaking. She started to open the gasoline can it made a lot of noise. "If we can not have the Thorne money nobody can we will burn this house down with you inside Vivian and Darlington!"
Maurice pulled the trigger the sound was very loud it hurt my ears. The bullet hit the big glass light above us it fell down like rain, the room went dark it was very scary. I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me toward a door it was hidden behind a bookshelf. But I looked back and I saw Darlington jumping on Maurice they both fell into the dark it was very hard to see. Then Stacy dropped a match, and the curtains caught fire immediately that they start to burn
I screamed for Darlington but the heavy stone door shut very loud. I was locked in the dark and the man I loved, Darlington was trapped in the fire that I was very scared, for him.
The water in the lagoon isn't just wet; it's heavy. It feels like lead pressing against your lungs, trying to force the air out so the silence can move in.I kicked hard, my eyes stinging from the salt. I could see the baby’s white blanket sinking away from me, a pale star in a black sky. Above me, the surface of the water was a shimmering sheet of blue light. I could see two figures struggling up there Darlington and V.The hands on my ankles were strong. I looked down and saw Maurice. He wasn't a ghost anymore. Under the water, he looked like a king. His skin was glowing, and his hair moved like seaweed."Stay with me, Vivian," his voice echoed in my mind. "Let the light version die. Let the baby go. In the deep, we can rule this city together. No debts. No archives. Just power."I felt my lungs burning. I needed to breathe. I looked at the baby again. He was so close. I reached out, my fingers stretchin
The dead don't usually walk, but in this city, they seem to run the show. I stood on the muddy bank of the lagoon, my feet sinking into the silt. The air was thick with the smell of salt and rot. Maurice stood before me, his hospital gown fluttering in the wind like a white flag. But he wasn't surrendering.His eyes were the most terrifying part. They weren't brown anymore. They glowed with a soft, pulsing blue light the same color as the sparks I saw right before I died the first time."Maurice?" I whispered. My voice was a ghost of a sound. "You fell. I saw you fall from the cliff.""I did fall, Vivian," Maurice said. His voice sounded like two stones grinding together. "But the water didn't want me. Just like it didn't want you. We are the 'Reborn,' remember? We are the ones who refused to leave the party."I looked at the van behind me. The guards in grey suits were gone. They had vanished like smoke. I
Two 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
Trust is a fragile thing, like a glass bridge. One crack,and everything falls.I stood in the back of the police car, wrapped in a blanket, watching the remains of the Caldarian Villa smolder. Darlington was talking to the detectives a few yards away. He looked like a h
The smell of burning silk is something you never forget. It is thick, sweet, and suffocating. I stood on the other side of the stone door, pounding my fists against the cold surface until my knuckles bled. Smoke began to crawl under the crack of the door like a living thin
The invitation was like a warning, all gold. I was holding the card staring at the letters: A Celebration of Legacy Hosted by Lis Brad. This was a bold move. Lis was inviting me the woman who had just taken her fiancé to a tea at the Caldarian Club. It was not an invitation, it was like a challenge
The morning after the gala felt different. I woke up in a bed that cost more than my old car, surrounded by silk and silence. Sunlight streamed through the floor to the ceiling windows of the Darlington estate. For a second, I forgot where I was. Then I rememb







