Chapter 9 - The Ghost
I stared at my father in absolute, paralyzing disbelief.
Richard Holloway looked slightly older, but his cruel, calculating smile had not changed at all.
He casually explained that he faked his own death to secretly run a massive underground criminal syndicate.
He revealed that he was the one who personally hired Vanessa to infiltrate my life and break my marriage.
Richard had been diagnosed with a rare, highly fatal blood disease exactly one year ago.
He needed a bone marrow transplant from a perfectly matched biological relative to survive the winter.
He pointed a silver walking cane directly at the two sleeping babies in Claire's arms.
Richard proudly stated that he engineered this entire nightmare just to steal his grandchildren for their healthy marrow.
He coldly ordered his mercenaries to execute me and my wife in the snow.
Before a single shot could be fired, a suppressed sniper bullet struck the mercenary standing next to Richard.
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Eleanor Holloway stepped out from the dark treeline holding a smoking, high-powered rifle.
She looked at her evil husband and calmly said she always knew he was alive.
