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THE next day was Saturday. The Oswald mansion was as usual quiet except for the faint clinking of a spoon against a porcelain cup. Oswald sat in the spacious living room, casually sipping his dark coffee, a hint of thoughtfulness in his usually cold eyes. The hired cook for the day stood respectfully beside him, awaiting his verdict as Oswald asked a few questions about the breakfast arrangement.Oswald tapped his phone once, then again, scrolling without much interest, his mind clearly distracted. The cook, trying not to fidget, answered as best he could, but Oswald’s attention seemed elsewhere.Then came the gentle, descending sound of heels against marble.Orlanda.She came walking down the stairs, stunning in a softly sophisticated outfit. Her dress was modest but fashionable, and her light makeup gave her a radiant glow. She looked like she belonged in a magazine, not under the title of a maid. She walked into the living room and caught sight of them, then casually offered a gree

KATE stood quietly at the door to her baby brother’s room, watching the small figure on the bed breathe softly. King had finally fallen asleep, clutching his little teddy bear close to his chest. As usual, before drifting off, he had asked, “When are Mommy and Daddy coming back?”And like every other night since the incident, she had whispered, “Soon,” before kissing his forehead and pulling the blanket up to his chin.With a tired sigh, she slowly turned the doorknob and stepped out, gently closing the door behind her. The hallway was dimly lit, casting shadows along the cream-colored walls. As she made her way toward the living room, she passed Kelvin’s room. The door was slightly ajar, so she peeked in. It was dark inside, but the faint glow of his phone screen gave him away.He was lying in bed, facing the wall, earbuds plugged in. He didn’t even glance her way. Kelvin had returned earlier that evening the moment he got news their parents had been arrested. He hadn’t spoken much s

KATE sat curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped around her knees as the phone rang. The room was quiet except for the distant tick of the big wall clock and the low buzzing in her chest from days of anxiety. Finally, the call connected.“Hello, Uncle,” she said, trying to steady her voice. “Good evening.”“Katie,” came his deep voice, wearied and slow. “How are you holding up?”She gave a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m managing… I guess.”There was a moment of silence before he sighed heavily. “I wish I had better news.”Kate sat up straighter. “Uncle? What is wrong?”“I have spoken to everyone I could,” he began. “The lawyer I hired… the police… even tried pulling some strings in court. But none of it is working. Oswald is making things worse.”Her stomach twisted. “Worse? But I thought you said there was a way out…”“There is no way out. Not with Oswald in the picture. He is using his power to make sure your parents suffer in jail. He is not backing down, and neither is the law.”

THE sleek silver car rolled to a halt just in front of Oswald Escobar’s estate. Out stepped Kate in a figure-hugging outfit and glittering sandals, her sunglasses pushed up on her head like a crown. She looked around at the well-manicured lawns and towering gate, the pristine surroundings mocking her with their perfection. She walked up to the security booth, trying to maintain her confident stride, though the nervous flick in her eyes gave her away.A tall guard in a navy-blue uniform stepped out to meet her, giving a nod of polite acknowledgment.“Good afternoon,” he said.Kate flipped her hair and returned the gesture casually. “Hi. I’m here to see Orlanda.”The guard raised a brow. “You mean Miss Lawn?”Kate let out a scoff and folded her arms. “Seriously? That is what she goes by now? Miss Lawn?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yes, I mean her.”“Do you have an appointment?” the guard asked with professional calmness.“Nope,” Kate replied quickly, her voice slightly impatie

ORLANDA walked out of her room and headed straight for Oswald’s the very next day. Her heart beat fast, but her steps were firm. She reached his door and knocked gently. This same door that was forbidden for her to knock on, forbidden for her to stare at, forbidden for her to trespass. There she stood, knocking.“Open,” his voice rang from inside.She turned the knob and stepped in. It was open, for once.Oswald was lying on his bed when she knocked, but the moment he saw her step in, he sat up immediately, then got off the bed in a hurry. “Orlanda, it is you,” he said, a bit surprised.“Yes, it is me,” she replied softly, walking gracefully over to the dressing table and sitting down.Oswald quickly grabbed a stool and placed it adjacent to her, sitting so their faces could meet.“How… how have you been?” He stuttered.She shrugged her shoulders.“Been good. And you? Commanding as always,” she replied on his behalf. He smiled, a short smile.“Stop it please. I'm good—” he trailed o