Emily stood at the entrance of Jonathan's mansion, her heart thrumming widly in her chest with both rage and anticipation. The brown envelope she carried was clutched in her hand to her chest and yet it felt more heavier than it should, just as if the weight of the contents mirrored the enormity of what she was about to do. Emily had left Vasquez not too long ago, her mind still reeling with the information he had provided.
Jonathan wasn't just a blackmailer, to Emily, he was a monster, a man who had built his entire wealth on the ruins of others lives, including the deceased Sophia's parents.
Now, armed with the proof of his crimes, Emily wasn’t going to let him control her son any longer. Her heels clicked sharply on the marble steps as she made her way to the door, her resolve harden
