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THE WOMAN IN HIS LAST WILL

Chapter 5 THE WOMAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH

Word Count: 1827    |    Released on: 28/09/2026

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m was

d center in my mind-but it wasn't.

tanding b

istance. Still, the guy behind my mom was close enough for me to make out his broad

shook on

ria

he picture. His exp

t zoo

y n

u don't wan

not an

the gas. Rain started h

is

n't k

re ly

ly don'

man stood, the tilt of his head, gnawed at me. Like I'd

l ov

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l ov

an't

ria

, quick. "We're

kno

u want

see who's f

ld get yo

keeping on

out the back window. Just r

ked on in the distance.

ned his hands

t our poli

o you

going t

, closing in. They

gine shouted. My body pre

then slid into the opposite la

ld

s. Our tires lost grip, we spun, I screamed, and slammed into the b

oment-not

teady breathing.

res

es open. Every

d gripped my shoul

forehead. Blood.

you m

ea

t o

hy

ow

e driver's door wouldn't budge. Darian kic

ov

ng into the rain. The car sat crooked by the barrier,

the road. Ther

're g

scanning th

do you

nted us

to kill us, they would h

rept in. "They w

t me. "Warning

graph was still on the screen. Her terrifi

MBERS EV

road. "What if they're trying

't have to. We both understood: so

kilometer away. Rain kept pounding down. Every so often, I checked behi

arian talked to the owner; we needed another vehicl

from that

Darian

ed. "I heard

ipped. "You

ea

see ano

thinking. "

sted. "What di

ndows. N

I exchang

ich way it went

the coastal road

loser. "Are

e, then something se

..." he s

ha

the d

eat hamme

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u descr

en Darian, then

d even louder.

ked fam

iliar?"

nged. "Like someon

ent stil

ght at me. Then he s

breathin

like Luci

y head ha

quickly. "

en is

whispered. "That's

ld of my arm.

rned back to the man. "Did

d. "For jus

you know it

staring at the ground. "He

a black face-he never took it off, not even the night

had gone pale. "That's i

?" I

ch was found

scrambled. "

es

er's out

nish. Darian

s an identi

uzzing. Unknown nu

SER THAN

nother mess

OWS YOU A

d down

ria

y shoulder. "D

n't go

oo

spoke again. "You said yo

to him. "

"What's sh

e photo. His

now

for a momen

r now. "She come

he

ly at

does sh

ated. "N

me t

m foot to foot

t my wallet

ad. "It's not a

n wh

n the road. "Your mother

ha

ng woman came asking about her...I should

mer. I turned, slowly, tow

d between us. "I don't

t felt tight.

e specifically said

ace went blank, unreadable. Th

l I know,"

ed at

d back.

on

n exp

n do

s mouth. Not

u k

your m

he

ed. "Three

e my w

es

d she te

me to kee

om

y, voice low.

g stopped

hought Lucien

m. "My mother

afraid

e let me

ed to st

got tigh

before yo

emotional about the wedding. She'd begged: Please don't marry him. I thought she was be

ed at

n't you

n knew she was

nd

de me

ose

." his voice broke, "...a

hose t

es

hurt. I s

ne lied

res

of

he road. "We're g

didn't

, Darian silent beside me. The road curled toward the coast

ust like in the photo. I parked, my

t's

t the house, hi

?" I

he windshield.

ha

en here

h twisted

dn't

ria

years

hy

, troubled. "Lu

y spine. "To m

nod

er three y

es

e knew

es

she act like

n't k

r. The house was to

ght my wri

ha

open a crack. My mom's car was there

into the

om

th

om

house smelled like her perfume. Ev

on, a fresh cup of tea left on th

om

photo on the floor-my wedding,

ci

th she'd

N'T TH

arian came

oes tha

n I heard something upstairs-

e was

inger to his lips. We crept up the

room. The door was closed. I went to g

t m

empty. Bed made, window open, c

he bed-a black envelope.

enteen years old, standing next to a young

w tha

m. And my mother stood beside

wo

ET LUCIEN THR

ow

M TEN YEAR

slammed behind us

n, rattlin

locke

ibrated on

w me

HE REMEMBERS ABOUT HER

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“Her husband was dead. She was accused of killing him. Then his final will made her the most powerful woman in his empire. Varessa Noir thought her marriage to billionaire heir Lucien Arden had been a mistake. She never imagined his death would expose a life built on lies. Lucien left her everything with one condition: she must remain in control until his murderer is found. Then Varessa discovers her supposedly dead mother is alive, her childhood memories were erased, and Lucien had known her long before their marriage. But the greatest shock comes when the dead man appears alive. Lucien never died. And the man Varessa called her father for most of her life was never her father at all. He was her jailer. Now the truth is hunting her. And the closer Varessa gets to remembering who she really is, the more dangerous it becomes to discover why Lucien was willing to die to keep her alive.”