Vows of Vengeance

use to my offer!" He paced back and forth in his spacious offic

?" a woman in her ear

land, and if I say so,

g to-" the woman looked confused at him as s

tal attachment to that land stand in my way. I've invested too much into this p

her eyes. "Of course, Mr. Smith. What

u can about the Harrington family's financial situation and any vulnerabilities they might have

sider it done, Mr. Smith. I'll dig up every

the Harrington farm. "And while you do that, I'll explore all legal avenues to g

n by taking it?"

d, "I'll kill hi

vousness. She didn't want to do these kinds of things, yet she need to live and support her f

provide for her family. Her unease about the morally ambiguous path they were embar

pit of her stomach. The Harrington family, from what she'd heard, were good people, and Gwen,

ingtons' financial situation. She navigated through official records, reach

loans and debts taken to maintain the property. This information was like a double-edged

. She turned to find her husband, David, st

?" he asked once again, hi

she lied and s

her fists as she couldn't do anything, but to do what Mr. Smith told her to do. After a few more mome

want to talk to her husband with the evil plan that her boss was planning to the Ha

daughter. After preparing everything, she leaves a note on the table and went str

re entering Mr. Smith's offi

omething good for

o, S

t is

that the farm had been struggling financially in recent years

b," a smile she saw from Mr. Smith's lips

ended to the animals. Their bond had grown stronger with each passing day, a testament to their s

at his daughter, a sense of worriedness dominated within him. He knew that Mr. Smith w

are yo

at his daughter. "Why are y-you crying daddy

his weathered face. He struggled to find the words to explain the situation to his yo

dy and mommy loves you, alright?" confusion dom

ir farm, but then a horn from a black car came and th

otecting her from dangerous people. "Who are you? Who

ked at William. "Mr. Harrington, p

suspicion grew, "Did Mr

k her head. "No, he didn't. I came on my own, Mr. Har

rowed brows. He gestured for her to stay put and walked away with the w

want to tell

S-Smi

e, right?" the woman's e

now?" she asked

business man who wants to kill me just to own

ent of the dire situation. "You've faced this threat be

r family for generations. It's more than just soil; it's our heritage and our legacy. I've

ent to protecting what was rightfully his. Her own conscience weighed heavily o

u should know. I've been working with Mr. Smith, gathering information about your family's fi

me everything you've learned. We need to be pre

gathered about Mr. Smith's intentions, as well as the lever

wonder about the woman's role in all of this. "Why are yo

ally spoke with a sense of resolve, "I have a daughter of my own, Mr. Harrington. I can't be a part of

iating the woman's courage in coming fo

ced herself and reach

r doing this,

distance, a mix of confusion and concern in her young eyes, un

she went inside, she looks at Gwen as she was thinking about her daughter. She then ra

iam returned to his daughter. Gwen looked up at him

at, daddy?"

ffered her a reassuring smile. "Just someone passing through, sw

r father's words and the se

been following her. As she looked into the rearview mirror,

am

her as she navigated the winding roads away from the Harrington farm. She couldn't sh

dialed David's number,

h was harsh, "You need to go. Ta

g, honey? What are

r husband over the phone, desperation dripping from her words. "David,

n a bid to shake off her pursuer, Claire decided to take a series of unexpected turns, hoping to lose them in the twists

avered, "Honey, you need to tell

unshot rang out on the other end of the line. Claire's hea

g with fear. But all she could hear was a haunting silence

could you!" a sudden voice s

ld you do this to m

u get when you b

bore down on her, and she realized that her decision to warn the Harringtons had come at a terrible cost. The man she

it to protect a family, a child! What kind of pers

'm the kind of person who gets what he wants, Cla

heavy with the guilt and grief of what had just transpired. Her family was