Chapter 2: The Ghost Who Returned
The man stepped inside, tracking rain across the immaculate rugs of the foyer. He was imposing, his jawline set like granite, and his eyes were fixed entirely on Diana. He didn't even acknowledge Lily, who was still huddled on the kitchen floor, shivering.
"Diana," the man said. His voice was calm, but it held a terrifying, razor-sharp edge. "It’s been a long time."
Diana leaned against the kitchen counter, her hands shaking so violently she had to grip the marble. "Marcus? You… you’re dead. You died in the offshore drilling collapse. I saw the report. I held the funeral."
Marcus took a step forward, his shadow stretching across the floor. "I’m very much alive. And I’ve spent the last two years in a federal prison in a country I won't name, because someone—my dear wife—forged my signature on documents that cleared out my accounts and framed me for corporate espionage."
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He looked down at Lily, his expression softening for a fraction of a second, then hardening again as he saw the state of her leg. He turned back to Diana. "You told me she died in that hospital. You told me Lily didn't survive the crash. Now, Diana... tell me exactly where you hid the rest of my daughter’s inheritance."
Diana gasped, stumbling back. "She's... she's a drain on the estate! She was going to ruin everything we built!"
