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TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 37: The Photograph
The words were stuck in Victor’s throat, thick and heavy like old oil. He hated this. He hated the way his stomach twisted, a familiar cold knot forming low in his gut. Protecting Isabella felt like a constant battle against forces he couldn’t always see, and now, calming her was no longer part of that equation. Keeping her calm was the opposite of what he had to do. This was going to break that fragile peace they’d somehow cultivated. But she needed to know. She deserved to know.Victor pulled out his phone, the screen felt hot in his hand, and turned it around without a word. The image filled the small space between them, stark and intrusive. Isabella, standing by the sandwich cart, her dark hair catching the light, a small, unconscious smile on her lips. A moment of normal, weaponized.Her eyes, usually so expressive, widened just a fraction. It was fleeting, a ripple across a perfectly still pond. Then, the stillness settled in, cold and sharp, like winter ice. Victor recognized i
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 36: Decisions
The dead line hummed in Victor’s ear, a stark reminder of Cora’s words. Thirty seconds. He held the phone to his ear, listening to nothing, absorbing the silence that now filled the space where her frantic voice had been. Kevin was coming. Kevin knew about the necklace. He had killed someone for it. Victor lowered the receiver slowly, the plastic cool against his palm.“Seth!” he bellowed, his voice rougher than he intended.A moment later, crisp knocks sounded on his door, and then Seth entered, closing it softly behind him. He looked at Victor, a question in his eyes. Seth was good at picking up on shifts in Victor’s mood, always had been. Today, the shift was a seismic event.“Cora called,” Victor began, the words tumbling out, almost tripping over each other. He told him everything. Her terror, the hurried warning, the name: Kevin Moretti. He described the necklace, the specific way she’d spoken about it, connecting it unequivocally to Felix. And then, the chilling detail—the woma
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 35: Cora
Victor’s fingers tightened around the phone, the plastic digging into his palm. It had been thirteen years. Thirteen long years since she’d vanished, a ghost in the wind, leaving nothing but questions and a gaping hole in his life. He’d torn the city apart looking for her, chasing shadows, clinging to scraps of hope that always turned to dust. Now, a voice, a whisper from the past, was making his blood run cold.“Cora?” he breathed, the name a foreign sound on his tongue after so long.“Yes, Victor. It’s me.” Her voice, softer now, but with an underlying steel he remembered well, sent a shiver down his spine.His mind reeled, trying to process the impossible. “Where have you been? Why… how?”“I had to disappear,” she said, her tone flat, devoid of emotion. “It was the only way to survive.”“Survive what?” The words tumbled out, laced with a decade of frustration.“The information I possessed,” she explained, a sigh escaping her lips. “It made me a target. Staying alive wasn’t easy,
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 34: Kevin's Words
The sticky note felt thin, almost transparent, in Victor’s hand. Isabella’s neat handwriting, a stark contrast to Kevin’s blunt messages, pulled him in. He read the words once, then again. “He said you were a good employer. He also told me to take care of myself.”To most, they were polite pleasantries. Generic, even. But his gut twisted. He knew the language Kevin spoke. “A good employer.” It was never a compliment, not from someone like him. It was a probe, a test. Kevin had been watching Isabella, seeing how naturally she’d defended Victor, judging her loyalty. He’d been calculating, always calculating.And then, “take care of myself.” That one hit harder. In their world, those words weren't a kind farewell. They were an omen. A warning. It meant danger brewed, and Kevin knew more than he let on. It meant he was positioning himself, planting a seed of possibility in Isabella’s mind, making her aware of him, making her wonder if he might be a useful ally down the road. Kevin was
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 33: The Performance
Isabella arrived at the office twenty minutes early, the silence a balm she desperately needed. Her bag landed on her chair with a soft thump, and she immediately began her morning ritual. Each action was deliberate, a shield against the gnawing unease. She arranged every file on her desk, ensuring perfect alignment, then attacked her inbox, deleting, archiving, and responding until it gleamed. Victor’s schedule was next; she reviewed it, noting every meeting, every call, every potential interruption. Requests from department heads, outstanding memos—she tackled them all, dispatching replies with practiced efficiency long before anyone else even thought about stepping out of an elevator. She had learned early, at twelve years old, that survival often meant pretending. Pretending everything was normal, pretending the world hadn’t shattered, pretending the gaping hole in her chest wasn’t there. Today was no different. By the time the first junior analyst shuffled in, gripping a pap
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter 32: What she decides
“Isabella stared at the necklace in Victor’s outstretched hand, the silver chain glinting under the dim light of the vault. Thirteen years. Thirteen years, every single morning, she’d clasped it at her throat without a second thought. It was the last thing her father ever gave her. She wasn’t going to take it off. Her mind drifted back, a blurry photograph of a twelve-year-old girl, her small hands fumbling with the clasp. Her mother was too lost in her own grief to notice her carefully packing it, a tiny, precious secret. She carried it across an ocean, from the ancient cobblestones of Rome to the sprawl of Los Angeles, and it hadn’t left her neck since. Not once.It was her father who put it there. He encoded something into it, something vital, and then he placed it around his twelve-year-old daughter’s neck. He sent her away knowing it would keep her connected to whatever he was desperately trying to protect. And he must have known, too, that connection could get her killed if the
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Five
“ What time are you meant to be here?” “Sir, I was…” “What time…” he interrupted “...are you meant to be here?” He repeated “ 8 0 clock Sir but there was…” “You are fired,” Victor said, his eyes fixed on the screen of his laptop. “Get out of my office” he said and the man turned to leave
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Four
“Mom… Mom” Isabella called as she walked out of her room, she woke up minutes ago and didn't find her mother in bed. She walked to the kitchen,it was empty and Isabella prayed it wasn't her fear creeping in. Valerie had , her eyes drifted to her door. Valeria was gone. She ran to the room, her eyes
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER Chapter Three
Her apartment bell ringing made Isabella cleaned her hand and walked to the door. “ Delaney, you'll spoil my doorbell one…” she opened the door and it was Valerie standing there, her eyes swollen and resting by her door looking sick. Isa sucked in her words and helped Valerie into her house, lock
TIED TO MY FATHER'S MURDERER CHAPTER TWO
Isabella turned around at the sound of her phone ringing. She could feel it being handed to her, but she didn't care; it had to be Delaney. She picked the call immediately.“Hello,” she said sleepily, her eyes still closed.“Sister, did you remember the textbook I told you about last week? Today is
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