Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Kevin let out a blood–curdling scream and thrashed around wildly, but struggling like that only made it worse, ramping up the pain.
“Let go of me. You ungrateful wretch! How dare you!” Kevin roared.
That racket was unbearable. Zina pursed her lips and released her grip. “If you can’t speak properly, then shut up. There’s no father–daughter bond between us whatsoever.”
“Zina!” Rosie shot to her feet, glaring daggers at her. “Must you raise hell in this house? Look at what you’ve done to Dad! What kind of filth did you pick up in that prison?” she demanded with feigned concern.
Kevin finally recovered, his face beet red. “Damn right she did! That filth? She picked up every bit of it inside!” he snarled, mustering his last ounce of bluster.
Zina found the whole thing utterly absurd. Hearing that, she almost snorted in derision.
Zina said, “Need me to refresh your memories on why I ended up in prison? How you even have the nerve to bring up prison to me with such self–righteousness.
“Rosie, when the nightmares come screaming in the dead of night, doesn’t that family ever haunt you?”
That family of three was driving home for the New Year–a picture of warmth and togetherness. Rosie shattered that.
And upon hearing the news, the elderly grandparents back home also took their own lives. By hanging.
A family of five–none survived.
The Sinclair family got away with all of this for a while. But then the victim went all out, refusing to back down, and the lid finally blew off.
In the end, they picked Zina to take the fall.
Zina snapped out of her thoughts, looked up, and locked eyes with Rosie.
Rosie stammered at Zina’s words, stumbled, and fell hard to the ground. “You, you’re talking nonsense!”
“Let me make one thing clear today. Stop stirring the pot here. Push me too far, and I might just dig up the past. Who knows when?”
With that, Zina clutched her notebook and stormed out.
The Sinclairs never dared to follow her out. A heavy silence settled over the mansion.
Meanwhile, no one noticed that a car was parked near the mansion. Inside, Kellan had already taken in every moment,
Cool composure etched his features as Kellan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes closed in thought.
Every move that woman made rang a bell–he’d totally seen her before. But for the life of him, he couldn’t place it.
Kellan thought, “The Sinclair family… Zina Sinclair… Is she that girl? But what’s the deal with the prison?‘
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Chapter 12
Kellan’s eyes snapped open, a chill clawing through the car. His lips pressed into a thin line, fingers white–knuckled around his phone.
The call connected, and Kellan ordered, “Dig up everything on the Sinclair eldest daughter–past few years, every move she’s made.
“And dig into all the shady stuff the Sinclair family has pulled behind the scenes.”
Breathing the fresh air outside, Zina felt a weight lift off her.
‘At least it is here. Zina looked down at her notebook, which steadied her right away.
She thought, ‘But damn if I’ll let this slide. Pinning that bullshit hit–and–run charge on me? Letting Rosie climb over my back to keep living the high life? Like hell I’m taking that lying down. I’ll make the Sinclairs pay, and soon.’
Shaking off those thoughts, Zina spotted her car, and slid into the driver’s seat. The second she did, something felt off.
The driver who’d dropped her off was gone.
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