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Helia: Do you forgive me then?

Me: No. Nothing was worth my forgiveness.

Helia: What do you want? Me on my knees?

Me: No.

Helia: Tell me what you want, and I will make it happen.

I have no reply to that. I wish to forget everything, to erase myself and live as I felt in the moment at the waterfall near his home. I felt free. Free from the responsibilities. Does that mean I feel at home and free when I’m with Helia?

That when he is with me, no one can ever harm as they always did?

“Ambrose, what happened to the Madden sisters?”

“What?” My head snaps up when I walk into the living room.

“What is the news saying?” She turns the volume up.

“Recently reported is the death of the three daughters of Fox Madden, the owner of Madden Pharmaceuticals, one of Britain’s richest man. He is now grieving the loss of his three daughters. This case is being investigated by officials. Initial reports confirm that the murder took place the night Hayes Lanon was appointed the deputy leader of Labour party. Now onto the heist that has been successfully carried out in the art gallery of London…”

My ears start to ring.

What has Helia done?

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“You can go right in. He is waiting for you.” I nod at Remo’s assistant and walk past her towards his office.

As soon as I turn the door handle, I know I will not be leaving without my whole world shifting. This conversation will wreck me and destroy everything I have known. Just how much will I be able to handle?

It’s time I pick myself back up and take back the reins of my life. To stop everything spiralling out of my control and take action.

I won’t be sitting in my room being depressed when I have so much money, power, and resources at the tip of my fingers to do as I please in life.

The door shuts behind me, and Remo stands up from his seat, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Ms Ambrose, please sit down.” He motions to the chair in front of him, and I take my seat.

He watches every single movement of mine, quite like Helia.

“Can I help you with anything?” He lifts a brow, running a finger along his jaw, quietly watching me.

“Yes. In fact, you are the only one that can help me.” I lift my chin up high.

“Right.”

I nod with a smile. There is something about today that feels right. Like I finally understand everything and nothing can make me fall again.

“How long have you known Helia?”

Remo doesn’t answer for a second, something a lot like amusement twisting in his eyes.

“Why? Finally interested?”

“Well?” I lift a brow, waiting.

“For about a decade or so.” He shrugs, but when you are so close to people you cover murder for, you know exactly how, when, and where you have met them. You remember every detail as to always stay ahead of them in case anything goes wrong. So for him to act so casually, my suspicions have turned out to be correct.

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