Divorced Heiress
Extra Chapter 2

Upon seeing me, her face lit up as if she had been glad to see me. As for me, I remained expressionless, making my best effort not to let a lump form in my throat. Both of us picked up our phones and her tears started to escape from her eyes as she looked at me from the other side of the glass. "My daughter..."

"Don't call me your daughter, I stopped being your daughter from the moment you thought of causing so much harm." I abruptly interrupted her, leaving her frozen in her place. More tears streamed from her eyes, but to me they were nothing more than crocodile tears. She had brought ruin upon herself.

"Forgive me, daughter, everything I did, I did for our own good. I wanted to give you everything you deserved, to make sure you lacked nothing. Now I want to redeem myself, I want you to forgive me."

I furrowed my brow upon hearing her words through the phone, which for a moment I wanted to return to its place, but I hadn't extracted enough information from her yet.

"In exchange for hurting the ones who were supposed to be your best friends? Don't try to justify your actions. We never lacked anything, my dad made sure of that. But you know what? The only thing I lacked was a mother's love, the love you never gave me. Although that's the only thing I thank you for, because thanks to that I am who I am now, I am different from you, because I know how I don't want to be, and I don't want to be like you."

I threw everything in her face without holding anything back, although that wasn't the reason for my visit. Focus, Abby, don't let her fake tears make you lose the remaining minutes of the visit. "Anyway, the reason for my visit is only to talk about Paul."

Her expression completely changed. I knew that look very well, somehow she knew what I was doing, if she hadn't ordered it herself.

"Your brother..."

I interrupted her again when I saw her clear intention to change the subject, that lady in front of me knew what I was going to talk to her about.

"I don't want to know anything about what you did with Paul. I know you know he escaped and has Sarah. I want you to tell me everything you know."

She blinked more times than she should have, just like she did when she was thinking of a false story to tell. She was going to lie, but I beat her to it because I didn't have much time left.

"Don't even try. If you ever loved me, if you truly want to redeem yourself and want my forgiveness, you will tell me everything you know about Paul and where he has my best friend. Otherwise, forget that you have a daughter." I shot straight, with a cold voice, for her to choose.

I never expected anything from her, but deep down, I hoped that this time she would do something good in her whole life.

Margaret looked at me in silence for a few seconds, as if she was thinking which side to choose, mine or Paul's. To my surprise, she spilled everything after sighing heavily.

"Paul escaped with his cellmate. They deliberately intoxicated themselves, took a poison that could be deadly if they didn't take the antidote in time, which their accomplice, the prison nurse, provided them. Nevertheless, they were on the verge of death and were transported to the hospital, where the same nurse managed to bypass security and let them escape. Paul called me to tell me everything, as well as to tell me that he would kidnap Sarah to get money out of her and flee to another country with her." My eyes widened at hearing all the information about that idiot's escape. I couldn't believe the risk he had taken just to keep harming people, left and right. Finally, something went well for him in life, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it. He'd have to kill me first.

"Where is he?" I asked with a knot in my throat, containing the anger over this whole situation. I was so disappointed in both of them, even if they were now a pair of strangers, they had earned all my disdain.

"He's at your house." She responded immediately and I looked at her confused, at home? He had been at the house all this damn time.

"I don't mean the usual house, but the house your father gave you on the outskirts of the city."

Soon, my expression of confusion changed to one of concern. The house that I had almost abandoned was very far from the city. I wasn't sure if I could make it in time, but I had to try.

"If you want my forgiveness, right now you will inform the authorities."

It was the last thing I said before hanging up the phone, no longer hearing the desperate voice of that woman on the other side, with tears in her eyes. But I wasn't interested in listening to her anymore, she had told me everything I needed to know.I left that horrible place and asked Julian to call the police and notify the authorities of the situation, giving them the exact location of my house.

Without further ado, I set off to the outskirts of the city. I didn't even have a plan to save my friends, but I knew my own house very well. I knew how to get there without anyone noticing, and besides, I had a weapon in my car ever since I found out that the danger was in my own house. I wouldn't hesitate to use it.

I didn't care if it meant hurting my own blood. I was tired of all this, and if I had to be the one to put an end to it, I would do it without hesitation. I owed it to Sarah for all the harm that had been caused in the name of my family.

When I arrived, I parked the car in the back of the house, where I could go unnoticed. I took the weapon and loaded it, leaving the safety on. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it, but I saw no other way to do something about it since the police hadn't arrived yet. Julian was scared when he saw the weapon in my hands, but I signaled him to be quiet and follow me.

"Do you think it's better if I carry the weapon?" Julian asked stupidly, making me roll my eyes in the middle of the road. I stopped and offered him the weapon.

"Do you know how to use it?" I asked him, irritated, holding back the urge to slap him on the head. He looked at the weapon, but didn't take it. He just shook his head in response.

"Then shut up and follow me. We can't waste time, idiot."

I continued on my way until I reached the fence that surrounded the house. I tucked the weapon into my pants' waistband so that I could climb and pass to the other side with great agility. Maybe I couldn't do all that in my current condition, but desperation and adrenaline overwhelmed me. I would have to get a check-up after such recklessness.

I looked at Julian, expecting him to do the same as me, but all I saw was his surprised face. I let out a heavy sigh and glared at him. If he didn't jump the fence, I would leave him there and enter alone to save my friends.

Apparently, he understood my look and with difficulty, he jumped the fence, making more noise than I did. I signaled him to be quiet again and headed to the back entrance of the house.

The place was just as I had imagined it: dusty and full of cobwebs due to the lack of maintenance. I had neglected it, but I stopped thinking about that and, with nerves bubbling in my system, I walked in silence, hoping to hear the slightest sound that would indicate the exact location of that despicable person.

For my luck or misfortune, I heard Sarah's screams coming from the basement. I swallowed hard as I exchanged glances with Julian, who was scared but seemed willing to do anything.

"Stay behind me. We'll go down silently." I informed him in a whisper before starting to descend the dusty stairs.

"I feel strange. It should be the other way around. I should be protecting you." Julian whispered, but I ignored him. Soon I stopped abruptly when I was about to reach the door that led to the basement, as I heard the deafening sound of a gunshot. "Shit."

My heart pounded at the thought of the worst when I heard Sarah's screams.

"No! You're a damn killer!"

I didn't think twice and finished descending the stairs, encountering the worst scene. Sarah tied up, Alexander lying on the floor with his gaze fixed on Sarah, and Paul out of control.

"Shut the fucking mouth! My patience has run out! I'll kill that bastard for not complying. Then you'll make the transfer and you'll die." Paul pointed his gun at Alexander's head, and quickly I removed the safety from mine.

"This is your end, Alexander Lancaster."

But of course, my love, I won't allow you to continue hurting mine. I don't care if you're my brother, if you share my blood. You won't leave here without paying for everything you've caused, I thought.

Without thinking, I aimed at his hand that held the gun and didn't hesitate to shoot, making him drop the weapon with confusion and panic on his face. I didn't wait another second and shot again, this time in his leg, leaving him writhing on the floor, screaming in pain while holding his leg.

"The damn end is for you, Paul Dubois!"