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CHAPTER 139 : THE TWO SISTERS

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Élianor

Liora arrives the next day with a suitcase and a backpack, she settles into the guest room, she puts down her things, she looks around, she whistles under her breath, she says it's classy, it's really classy, that I'm really rich, that I'm really powerful, that I'm really everything she is not, everything she will never be, everything she would have wanted to be, if she had had the courage, the strength, the will to fight, to win, to dominate, instead of
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    Élianor The days pass, Sabrina is in detention, Marc is nowhere to be found, the police are looking for him, tracking him, following him, but he is like a shadow, like a ghost, like a breath, he passes, he disappears, he reappears, he hides, he burrows, he waits, he prepares, he organizes, he schemes, I know it, I feel it, I have known it from the beginning, since I started digging, searching, finding, since I knew Sabrina was not my mother, that Viviane was alive, that my father had been poisoned, that everything was nothing but lies, secrets, crimes, since I knew Marc was behind all of this, behind Sabrina, behind Viviane, behind Gérard, behind me, behind all of us, from the beginning, from always, for twenty years. I am in my office, in front of my screens, in front of the reports from the detective I hired, reports that say what I already know, what I guess, what I fear, what I refuse to see, what I refuse to believe, but which is th

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 145 : THE INTENSE INTERROGATION

    She places in front of me a photo, a photo of Marc, a photo of Marc in his office, a photo of Marc with files, documents, papers, things I don't know about, that I don't want to know about, that I must not know about, that I cannot know about, because it's too much, too many secrets, too many lies, too many crimes, too much of everything, and she tells me, in a voice that doesn't need to shout, that doesn't need to threaten, that doesn't need to scare, because the truth is there, because the evidence is there, because the photos are there, because everything is there, and that you, you are there, with your trembling hands, your eyes that dart away, your voice that cracks, your breath that chokes, your heart that beats too fast, too hard, too long: "We know about Marc, Ms. Fabron, we know he is your lover, we know he is the father of your daughter, we know he is the mastermind of this affair, of this enterprise of lies, secrets, crimes, we know he org

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 144 : THE EVIDENCE

    She hangs up, I stay there, the phone in my hand, looking at the garden through the window, looking at the falling snow, looking at Marcus's little house, looking at the light shining, shining in the night, shining like a beacon, like a hope, like a promise, and I think of Sabrina, of what she did, of what she wanted to do, of what she would have done, if I hadn't been there, if I hadn't searched, if I hadn't found, if I hadn't saved my father, saved the truth, saved what she wanted to destroy, what she wanted to kill, what she wanted to erase, annihilate, make disappear, like Viviane, like Gérard, like everything that stood in the way of her path, her plans, her lies, her secrets, her crimes. I think of Marc, of what he did, of what he wanted to do, of what he would have done, if we had let him, if we hadn't stopped him, if we hadn't prevented him from continuing, from protecting Sabrina, from protecting their secrets, their lies, their crimes, and I wonder, I

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 143 : THE SURPRISE 1

    Liora looks at me, she looks at me with her eyes that are her own, that are mine, and she says nothing, she does nothing, she stays there, looking at me, waiting for me, hoping, and I know, I know she will not leave, that she will not let me go, that she will not abandon me, that she will be there, always there, whatever I do, whatever I say, whatever I choose, because she is my sister, because she loves me, because she needs me, because I need her, because we need each other, to stop running, to stop being afraid, to stop doubting, to stop hiding, to stop forgetting ourselves, to stop forgetting everything that matters, everything that is worth it, everything that deserves to be fought for, to stay for, to love, to live for. Marcus places the box of pastries on the table, he approaches me, he stops a step away, a breath away, a heartbeat away, and he tells me, in a voice that does not tremble, that does not crack, that does not break, a voice that is his o

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 142 : THE INTERCEPTION 2

    Liora says nothing, she says nothing for a long moment, she looks at me, she looks at the box of pastries, she looks at the door behind her, the door that leads to her sister, to her nephews, to this life that could be ours, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love, and she steps back, she moves aside, she lets me pass, she tells me, in a voice that no longer trembles, that no longer cracks, that no longer breaks, a voice that is her own, at last, after all these years, after all these lies, after all these fears, after all these flights: "Then you have to show her, Marcus, you have to show her that we are not dangerous, that we are not like the others, that we are not the ones who leave, who abandon, who forget, that we are the ones who stay, who hold on, who love, who love enough to wait, to hope, to believe, not to leave, not to flee, not to be afraid, not to doubt, not to hide, not to forget ourselves, not to forget everything

  • The Revenge of One Humiliated   CHAPTER 141 : THE INTERCEPTION

    Marcus The morning is cold, very cold, that cold that makes the snow crunch underfoot, that makes the frost sparkle on the branches, that makes the air enter the lungs like a gulp of ice water, but I love this cold, I love this white light that makes everything clearer, sharper, truer, and I cross the garden with my box of pastries, the ones I prepared this morning before dawn, the ones the twins adore, the ones Léon calls "dad's pastries" without knowing that it's true, without knowing that it's the truth, without knowing that it's what I am, what I will be, what I am in the process of becoming, a father, a real one, the one who makes pastries in the morning, who brings them warm, who shares them with his children, who watches them eat while laughing, while talking, while living. I have almost reached the door of the house when she comes out, Liora, Élianor's sister, the one who arrived a few days ago with her suitcase and her secrets and her fears, the one who resembles her sister

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