Chapter 8 - The Ghost of the Past
The elegant woman's highly casual mention of my father made my entire world instantly and completely stop spinning.
My father had tragically died in a horribly violent car accident when I was only twelve deeply traumatized years old.
I aggressively grabbed Evelyn's expensive silk sleeve, desperately demanding to know exactly what she meant by that incredible statement.
Her highly armed guards immediately raised their heavy rifles, but she calmly and gracefully waved them all away.
Evelyn sighed deeply and calmly explained that my father's deeply tragic death had been completely and entirely faked.
He had actually been a deeply undercover intelligence operative who got way too close to a highly corrupt, extremely powerful politician.
To perfectly protect me and my older brother, he had completely and permanently erased his own existence from the world.
Evelyn shockingly revealed that she was actually my father's most highly trusted associate and heavily funded, highly lethal protector.
She had been quietly and effectively watching over me and Marcus for nearly twenty long, incredibly difficult years.
Brian had absolutely no idea that he had foolishly married the highly protected daughter of a legendary, highly dangerous spy.
My husband stared at me directly from the wet grass, his eyes wide with absolute, world-shattering disbelief and horror.
He finally and completely realized that he had chosen the absolute worst possible family on earth to steal money from.
Donna began to hysterically scream into the night, loudly blaming her own idiotic son for bringing this absolute disaster upon them.
Evelyn elegantly snapped her fingers, and her heavily armed guards aggressively dragged Brian and Donna away into the endless darkness.
I stood completely frozen on the manicured lawn, struggling desperately to properly process this massive, reality-shattering revelation.
Marcus gently placed his good hand on my shaking shoulder, his highly apologetic expression confirming that he had known absolutely everything.
My own fiercely protective brother had lied directly to me for years just to successfully maintain my father's incredibly dangerous cover story.
I felt a massive, deeply crushing wave of intense anger and profound, heart-wrenching betrayal wash completely over my entire soul.
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I violently pushed Marcus away and loudly demanded that Evelyn take me directly to my father right this very second.
Evelyn simply shook her head and sadly told me that my father was currently being held completely hostage by heavily armed enemies.
