Skylar“Head back home without me,” I told the driver the moment the car stopped in front of the hospital gate.He blinked, looking puzzled. “Ma’am, are you sure? Troy isn't here and you might need me to…”“No,” I interrupted softly. “Just head home.”He hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. “Yes, ma’am.”I gave him a faint smile, though my heart was far from calm. As soon as the car pulled away, I let out a slow breath and looked down at my phone. It was switched off. I had to do it. I had no choice.For a moment, I stood there in silence, gripping my phone tightly. Then I glanced at my wristwatch. Amber must have reached Cole by now. She would have given him the folder, just as I planned.That thought brought a small wave of relief. I trusted Cole enough to handle the folder and make sure that Minister Adams’ lies and deceit were exposed to the public and that he paid for everything he did to my father. As for me, I needed to handle something else.Taking a deep breath, I walk
ColeI sat in my office, reviewing another financial report, another damage-control strategy, another sleepless reminder of how far Uncle Adams had managed to push me.I was in the middle of reading a report when a knock sounded on my door.“Come in.”The door opened, and Marcus walked in.“Marcus,” I said, gesturing toward the chair across from my desk. “You’re right on time. Any update?”He sat down but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied me for a moment with an unreadable look before he finally asked, “Cole, have you seen the news today?”I blinked. “No,” I said honestly. “I’ve been tied up in business video meetings all day.”Marcus let out a slow sigh and reached for my laptop, pulling it closer to him. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, then he turned the screen toward me.“Watch this,” he said quietly.I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on the screen as a video began to play. It was a news report.“This is breaking news. Barrister Austin Wilson Jobs was shot
Skylar On the screen, my father clenched his fists, his jaw tight with suppressed fury. “When they first approached me, I thought it was a blessing. I thought I had landed the biggest project of my life. I thought I was helping the company grow. I didn’t know they only wanted one thing… control. Control over my shipping routes. They used my exportation company to shield their operations. They smuggled young girls inside containers of American crude oil shipments. Using my business. My name.” I gasped loudly in horror. Amber’s hand covered her mouth in shock. Her eyes was filled with unshed tears. On the screen, my father’s voice cracked. “When I discovered the truth, I confronted them. I threatened to expose them, to report them. But they… they turned it back on me. They told me if I tried, they would make it seem like I was the mastermind. That all the blood would be on my hands. That I would die branded as a mon
Skylar I couldn’t move my eyes away from the television screen. The picture of Uncle Austin kept flashing on the news, and it felt so unreal. Was I dreaming? Was this some kind of sick joke? How could something like this happen? My heart kept beating faster as the newscaster repeated the breaking news. Every word felt like a hammer striking into my head, echoing and echoing until I thought I would go mad. “Whoa…” Amber’s voice broke through my daze. “Isn’t that your father’s lawyer? The one who disappeared after everything went downhill? I guess karma finally caught up with him.” Her casual words jolted me right out of my thoughts. I blinked and turned to her. Amber’s eyes narrowed as she studied my face. “Skylar, what’s wrong? You look so pale… are you okay?” I swallowed hard and forced a nod, though my lips trembled. “I–I’m fine. I just… I wasn’t expecting this. Uncle Austin’s
SkylarI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the folder resting on the blanket in front of me. My hands hovered above it. I wanted to open it, to know what was inside, but every time my fingers brushed the edge, I pulled back again.Why was I so hesitant to open the folder? Maybe I was scared. Scared of the truth I might find there. Or maybe it was because, deep down, I wasn’t sure I could bear whatever was written in there. I shook my head and just as I zeroed my mind to finally check, my phone began to ring. The sudden sound startled me so badly that I nearly jumped. Cole’s name flashed on the screen.I answered quickly. “Cole?”“Skylar,” he called out softly. “How are you? Troy reported to me just now. Where did you go with him?”My stomach twisted with guilt. I hesitated before speaking. “Cole… I’m sorry. I know I should have told you sooner.” My voice grew soft. “but I was afraid you might stop me. That’s why I didn’t say
Skylar“How?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “How could your disappearance protect me? Do you even know what we went through?”I didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Everyone, everyone, including the police, believed my father was involved in money laundering and sex trafficking. They said he used young girls and destroyed their lives. They painted him as a monster. Do you know what that did to us?!”I could feel my voice breaking, but I didn’t stop. “People spat at me and my mother. They whispered everywhere we went. They attacked us as if we were criminals. My mother’s store was even vandalized, set on fire, burned to the ground by angry people who hated us for crimes my father never committed. And where were you, Uncle Austin? Where? You knew my father better than anyone. You knew he wasn’t capable of that! Yet you vanished. You let us fight alone while everyone turned their backs.”My voice cracked completely at the last words.