Oliver paced the threadbare living room rug, glancing regularly out the curtained window into the dreary rain. Evening was creeping in, and still no word from Clara on her clandestine errand. Each minute she remained away ratcheted up his worry further. Finally, headlights flashed up the driveway - Clara was back, along with two unfamiliar sedans following behind her. Oliver watched warily as Clara and Maya emerged, along with a small entourage of smartly suited men and women. Lawyers, by the look of them.Oliver opened the door to hurriedly usher the group inside, away from prying eyes. Turning to Clara, he kept his voice low. "What's going on? Who are these people?"Clara grasped his hands reassuringly. "It's alright, these are new allies. Maya's been busy recruiting assistance, and they have information that may turn the tide."While Oliver struggled to conceal his skepticism, Maya stepped forward. "I know you have little reason to trust us. But please hear what we've uncovered to
Oliver paced the plush carpeting of his study, gaze darting regularly to the mantel clock. Clara should have returned from her meeting with Ethan by now. Each minute she remained absent, his unease grew. Finally, approaching footsteps and murmured voices signaled Clara's return. Oliver hurried to the front hall, relief washing over him as he saw his wife and daughter removing their coats, both appearing unharmed."Thank God, you're back. I've been worried sick," Oliver said, enfolding Clara in an embrace. "Did everything go alright? What did that snake say?"Clara's smile seemed strained. "Let's discuss it over tea. It was...quite a conversation."Soon seated around the parlor coffee table, Clara recounted the meeting in detail for Oliver and Sophia's benefit. Ethan's offer of financial aid in exchange for the family's cooperation, the apparent olive branch. Oliver's scowl deepened with each new revelation. "I knew it. This so-called 'truce' is just another ruse to lure us into comp
Oliver paced the plush carpeting of his study, gaze darting regularly to the mantel clock. Clara should have returned from her meeting with Ethan by now. Each minute she remained absent, his unease grew. Finally, approaching footsteps and murmured voices signaled Clara's return. Oliver hurried to the front hall, relief washing over him as he saw his wife and daughter removing their coats, both appearing unharmed."Thank God, you're back. I've been worried sick," Oliver said, enfolding Clara in an embrace. "Did everything go alright? What did that snake say?"Clara's smile seemed strained. "Let's discuss it over tea. It was...quite a conversation."Soon seated around the parlor coffee table, Clara recounted the meeting in detail for Oliver and Sophia's benefit. Ethan's offer of financial aid in exchange for the family's cooperation, the apparent olive branch. Oliver's scowl deepened with each new revelation. "I knew it. This so-called 'truce' is just another ruse to lure us into compl
Oliver paced the plush carpeting of his study, gaze darting regularly to the mantel clock. Clara should have returned from her meeting with Ethan by now. Each minute she remained absent, his unease grew. Finally, approaching footsteps and murmured voices signaled Clara's return. Oliver hurried to the front hall, relief washing over him as he saw his wife and daughter removing their coats, both appearing unharmed."Thank God, you're back. I've been worried sick," Oliver said, enfolding Clara in an embrace. "Did everything go alright? What did that snake say?"Clara's smile seemed strained. "Let's discuss it over tea. It was...quite a conversation."Soon seated around the parlor coffee table, Clara recounted the meeting in detail for Oliver and Sophia's benefit. Ethan's offer of financial aid in exchange for the family's cooperation, the apparent olive branch. Oliver's scowl deepened with each new revelation. "I knew it. This so-called 'truce' is just another ruse to lure us into comp
Maya wasn't sure how much time had passed since Bolt and Ghoul's last visit. In the windowless room, day and night blended together into one endless torment of hunger. Her stomach had gone beyond painful cramping into a state of dull resignation, as if it had given up on ever being filled again. Even the fire in her veins from the injection had faded, leaving her weak and lightheaded.She drifted in and out of a fitful doze, slumped against the cold concrete wall. Strange visions swam through her mind - a roasted turkey with wings flying around her head, a chocolate fountain bubbling enticingly just out of reach. She could even smell the tasty foods from within her sleep. A loud bang jolted Maya awake. She jerked upright, heart pounding furiously, as the door swung open. Bolt strode in, his perpetual sneer even more infuriating now. Maya wanted to slap it off his face. But she could barely gather the strength to keep her head up."Wakey wakey," Bolt said with a cruel laugh. "I hope
In the predawn darkness, Maya crept from Ethan's bed where he still slept, the ghost of a smile on his lips. She shuddered, imagining what ruthless new schemes spawned such happy dreams for him. Shrugging on a robe, she tiptoed downstairs to unfold the day's newspaper. Her heart jolted seeing the headline splashed across the front page. "Scandal Rocks Society Wedding of the Year" blared the massive print, below the incriminating photo Clara had provided. Despite bracing herself, the lurid public spectacle still sent shame flaming through Maya.Heavy footsteps made her whirl around, hiding the paper behind her back. But it was too late. Ethan's blazing stare went straight to the concealed headline before locking onto her face. His expression promised murder."Give it to me," he commanded, deadly soft. When Maya hesitated, he snatched the paper from her grasp, features contorting with each damning word. "Who did this?" he finally snarled. "The Waltons? Carnegie?" His wild gaze bored i
A slow, wolfish smile spread across Ethan’s face. “Is that so? I imagine the IRS will be very interested to learn about these creative accounting practices.”“There’s more, sir,” Andrew said eagerly. “I took the liberty of hiring private investigators to look into the Waltons’ personal affairs. It seems both daughters are living lavish lifestyles well beyond the family’s legal means.”He slid a file folder across the desk. Ethan opened it and rifled through photos of a stunning brunette in designer outfits posing on yachts and at exclusive nightclubs. “Sophia Walton,” Andrew explained. “She’s the younger daughter. A real troublemaker, according to our investigators. Drunk driving charges, drug use, assault allegations from domestic staff. All swept under the rug. Ethan's smile widened, eyes glinting. This insolent girl sounded like the perfect pressure point."Excellent work, Andrew. We're going to pay Ms. Walton a little visit. Time to teach her some respect."Andrew nodded eagerly
Sophia felt like her heart was going to burst from the intensity of the emotions that she was feeling. "Philip...!" She said again. She couldn't find the words to say as her thoughts got chocked up in her head. At this point. Clara had realised that the person who just called Sophia was indeed Philip. She felt an emotional turmoil in her chest. Clara's brain spun into thought rapidly. This call could mean many things at this moment; it was likely that Philip had recovered from his illness and was back. Then he probably heard reports about what was happening to the Walton family and to Sophia specifically. If he had learned that her parents were disowning her, then it might not be too good a situation. Sophia had been the only reason that they came to know Philip in the first place. And given the background of his family, it was very possible that he was the only one who could have them from the mess they were in. A plan quickly formed in Clara's mind. "Let me speak to him." She