Chapter Forty One Stella woke up feeling dizzy and sick. She tried to push through the morning, telling herself it was just the stress. Her husband, Declan, hadn't been home for days. The last time she saw him, he walked out after a huge fight. She had asked him to leave, thinking he would come back after cooling down, but he didn’t. He didn’t even call. The worry gnawed at her, making her feel worse.As the day went on, her dizziness grew. She was supposed to attend a crucial meeting, but she couldn’t focus. She kept thinking about Declan, wondering where he was and if he was okay. “What the helm is wrong with Declan , this is so unlike him “ Stella whispered to herself and since no one really liked him because they think he is poor , no one bothered to look for him or ask her about him. She picked up the phone to call him, but then put it down, afraid he wouldn't answer. Her heart ached, and her head pounded.The next day, feeling even worse, she decided to see Doctor Jack, who
Chapter Forty-TwoClara hung up the phone, a wicked smile spreading across her face. Doctor Jack had assured her that he would send over the documentation stating that Stella was losing her mind and memories, making her too weak to continue working as the CEO of the family's company. As soon as the email arrived, Clara’s heart raced with excitement.She quickly printed out the document and snuck into her grandfather's sick room. The old man was barely conscious, his eyes half-closed, oblivious to his surroundings. Clara held the letter in front of him, guiding his trembling hand to place his thumbprint on the paper. He had no idea what he was signing.“Thank you, Grandfather," she whispered, tucking the letter into her bag. With her evil plan in motion, Clara felt an adrenaline rush. She knew she needed to look the part of the new CEO, so she withdrew $500,000 from the family account and headed to the most luxurious shopping mall in the city.At the mall, Clara strutted through the
Chapter Fourty Three Clara felt a buzz in her purse and pulled out her phone. The message read, "Let's meet at our usual hiding spot. A body needs to be destroyed." She closed her phone after reading the message, topped up her makeup, and scanned her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she left the restroom and bullied two workers for being too slow in restocking the shelves. As she exited the building, she lashed out at the valet, hitting him with her purse because his hands touched the body of her car."Don't you dare touch my car again!" she snarled, her eyes burning with fury. The valet stumbled back, his face pale with shock. Clara ignored him, got into her car, and zoomed off, the tires screeching as she sped away.The drive to the outskirts of town was a blur. Clara's mind raced with thoughts of her new position as CEO and the power she now wielded. She reached a dilapidated warehouse at the end of a deserted road. The place reeked of decay and danger,
Chapter Forty FourClara was jolted awake by the sound of someone bashing into her house like a mad person. Heart pounding, she got out of bed and hurried downstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Stella stumbling into the house. Stella looked scared, weak, and unkempt. Her clothes were torn, her hair dishevelled, and her eyes wide with fear."What’s wrong?" Clara asked with fake concern, masking her true feelings. She already knew what was wrong with Stella."I don’t know," Stella replied, her voice trembling. "Something seems off and my husband, Declan, is nowhere to be found. I feel so bad that I don’t know much about him so that I can look for him."Clara's expression hardened slightly. "Stop worrying about that low-ass poor man," she said dismissively. "He is nothing to you, and he makes your position and status in society look so bad."But Stella continued to cry. "I still want to talk to him. I need to find him."Clara’s patience was wearing thin. "You’re sa
Chapter Forty Five"We won’t get caught," Clara interrupted. "Not if you stick to the plan."Denver looked at her, doubt written all over his face. Clara took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Just trust me," she said softly. "We’re almost there."Denver nodded reluctantly. "Okay. But if anything goes wrong…""Nothing will go wrong," Clara said firmly. "I promise."After Denver left, Clara sat down on the couch, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on her. She couldn’t afford to lose control now. Not when she was so close to having everything she had ever wanted.She had to make sure everyone played their part perfectly. And she had to keep Stella out of the way. Clara’s mind raced, trying to think of every possible scenario. She had to be prepared for anything.Hours later, Clara received a call from Doctor Jack. "It’s done," he said simply.Clara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. "Good.""But there’s something you should know," Doctor Jack added.
Chapter Forty SixDoctor Jack made his way to Stella’s hiding place, a grim smile on his face. He knew he had to be careful, but he was confident he could handle Stella. As he approached, he saw her sitting on the bed, looking anxious and frightened.“Stella,” he said softly, trying to sound comforting. “It’s me, Doctor Jack. I’m here to help you.”Stella looked up, her eyes wide with fear. “I don’t trust you,” she said. ““I know what you did.”Doctor Jack sighed. “I’m sorry you feel that way. But you need to come with me. It’s not safe here.”Stella shook her head. “No. I won’t go with you.”Doctor Jack stepped closer, his smile fading. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”Stella stood up, backing away from him. “Stay away from me!”Doctor Jack lunged forward, grabbing her arm. Stella screamed and tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He dragged her towards the door, her cries echoing through the empty house.As he forced her into the car, Doctor Jack couldn’t help but feel a
Chapter Forty SevenThe tension in the room was palpable when the door suddenly burst open. A police officer stepped inside, his presence sending a wave of panic through Clara, Richard, and Denver. They exchanged anxious glances, each one fearing the worst.Denver was visibly shaking, his nerves getting the better of him. Clara shot him a fierce look, silently commanding him to get a grip.“How can we help you?” Richard asked, his voice strained as he tried to maintain a semblance of calm.The policeman looked around the room, taking in the tense atmosphere before speaking. “We received a call from a lady reporting a criminal case. When we picked her up, she was unconscious and muttering incoherently. We need someone to identify her to confirm if she’s your sister.”Clara’s heart skipped a beat. Stella had made it to the police, but her condition was worse than they had imagined. Richard quickly grabbed a family photo from the shelf, showing it to the officer.“This is Stella,” he sai
Chapter Forty Eight Chad, Declan’s right-hand man, was busy managing Declan’s affairs and finances. He had noticed that his boss had been increasingly emotional and preoccupied with his new wife and her family. Understanding the importance of giving Declan space, Chad made sure to handle everything meticulously, knowing that this wasn’t the first time Declan had disappeared without warning. He had grown accustomed to Declan's sudden absences, assuming it was just another one of those times.Chad was on his way to Declan’s pharmacy laboratory, a secluded and heavily guarded facility, nestled deep in the forest. As he navigated his black SUV Hilux through the winding roads, he was lost in thoughts about the recent transactions and the secretive projects they were handling. Suddenly, a young woman darted across the road, seemingly out of nowhere. Chad slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The SUV struck her, and she crumpled to the ground.Heart pounding, Chad jumped out of the
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?” I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest. “We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?” Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.” Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.” Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.” Kai leaned back, considering her wor
One evening, as we sat together in the living room, Hazel’s eyes sparkled with a new idea. “I’ve been thinking... we’ve been focused on defense, on reacting to the threats against us. But what if we went on the offensive?”I exchanged glances with Kai, Declan, and Vincent, all of us intrigued but cautious. “What do you have in mind, Hazel?” Kai asked, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing with interest.“We know there are people out there who want to hurt us. We’ve been playing their game, letting them set the rules. What if we turn the tables? What if we take the fight to them?”Declan cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”Vincent, always the strategist, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “It’s risky. We could provoke a war.”Hazel’s smile was wicked, filled with the fire that had drawn us all to her in the first place. “They’re already at war with us. They just don’t know we’re about to win.”Kai leaned back, considering her words. “Y
The room fell into a stunned silence as the gravity of their situation settled over them like a shroud. Stella felt her chest tighten, the weight of their actions pressing down until she could barely breathe. Declan, still dazed, stared blankly at the screen. Mason, ever the stoic one, was pale, his eyes wide with disbelief and regret.For a long moment, no one moved or spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the hidden chamber, the cold, clinical atmosphere in stark contrast to the chaos they had narrowly escaped above. But the knowledge that the harbingers were spreading across the city, that they had unleashed something unstoppable, hung over them like a death sentence.“We’re responsible for this,” Stella whispered, her voice cracking. “We did this.”Mason didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the screen as the shadowy figures swarmed through the streets. “We didn’t know,” he said quietly, but there was no conviction in his words. They both knew it was a hollow excuse.Declan fi
As Stella and Declan made their way back to Mason’s office, the dawn light casting long shadows across the pavement, a strange sensation tugged at the back of Stella's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was still amiss, that the calm after their battle was deceptive.Mason greeted them at the door, his face haggard from sleepless nights of research and preparation. He nodded as they entered, the atmosphere heavy with the unspoken relief of survival. Yet, as Mason closed the door behind them, an eerie silence settled over the room, thicker than before."I think we did it," Declan said, his voice breaking the tension. "The city's safe."Mason nodded, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes, only a lingering unease. He walked over to the bookshelf, pulling down the same dusty tome they had been studying. He flipped through the pages, his fingers trembling slightly."There’s something I need to show you," he said quietly, his tone almost ominous. He turned the book towa
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
The boat cut through the churning waves, each stroke taking them further from the collapsing island. Stella's heart pounded as she glanced back, watching the land sink into the sea. The messenger's words echoed in her mind: "You've unleashed something far worse." What had they done?Declan's determined face gave her a sliver of hope. They rowed in silence, the tension between them thick as the mist rising from the water. As night fell, the city skyline appeared on the horizon, its lights twinkling like stars. They were headed back to civilization, but what awaited them there?They docked at a quiet marina, exhaustion pulling at their limbs. Stella's legs trembled as she stepped onto the pier, but she forced herself to keep moving. They had to find answers, and they needed help.Declan led the way through narrow, dimly lit streets. The city's pulse was different from the island's serene rhythm, the air thick with the hum of life and the scent of asphalt. They reached a small, nondescri
Stella worked through the night, her eyes fixed on the map. The man watched her closely, his presence a constant reminder of the danger she was in. As she traced her fingers over the symbols, she began to notice a pattern. Each symbol corresponded to a place on the island, places she had visited in her months of solitude. She realized her grandfather had hidden the clues in plain sight, using the island as a giant puzzle."We need to go to the old lighthouse," Stella said, pointing to a symbol that matched the structure.The man narrowed his eyes. "Lead the way," he ordered, tightening his grip on her wrist.They made their way through the dense forest, the path illuminated by the first light of dawn. The lighthouse loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the rising sun. As they approached, Stella's heart pounded. She hoped her plan would work.Inside the lighthouse, the air was thick with dust and decay. Stella led the man to a trapdoor hidden under a pile of debris. She hesitated
Stella woke up in a dimly lit room. Her head throbbed, and her vision was blurry. She tried to sit up but found her hands and feet bound. Panic surged through her as she scanned her surroundings. The room was small, with a single barred window high up on the wall. The door was heavy and wooden, with no sign of a handle from the inside."Where am I?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling.Footsteps echoed outside the door. Stella's heart raced. The door creaked open, and the man from the shore entered, his expression cold and unreadable."Who are you? What do you want from me?" Stella demanded, trying to keep her fear at bay.The man ignored her questions and placed the black metallic chest on the floor in front of her. "You have something that belongs to me," he said, his voice steady and chilling."I don't know what you're talking about," Stella replied, her mind racing to understand.The man crouched down, his eyes locking onto hers. "Your grandfather had something that righ
Chapter Sixty Stella stood on the shore, her brush dancing across the canvas as she captured the serene beauty of the island. Three months had passed since she arrived, and it had been a transformative experience. The peace and quiet had allowed her to reconnect with nature and tap into her creative side. Her paintings, once amateurish and uncertain, now radiated a sense of confidence and skill. They were reminiscent of the Greek goddesses she had always admired, and she felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as she mixed colors on her palette, a sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been dreading this moment for weeks, ever since her father's letters had stopped arriving. And then, it came. A small boat arrived on the shore, carrying a somber-faced messenger. Stella's heart sank as he approached her, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Miss Stella, I'm so sorry to inform you that your grandfather has passed away," he said, his voice barely above a whisper