Page 3 of Legacy

Vik’s lips pressed together in a somber line as he spoke. “You deserve so much better than what you have experienced. Layana and Calista too.”

I could sense the weight of his remorse, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. Emotions were not something we openly expressed with each other—it was a survival tactic we’d learned from years of living on the run.

“Have your sisters agreed to your plan?” Vik asked after a moment of silence.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Yes. They want justice just as much as I do.”

“I have no doubt,” he replied in a deep voice.

“We want revenge for it all,” I declared firmly, my voice rising slightly with each word. “From my aunt to the man who murdered Mama and everyone involved in Papa’s assassination. We will make them pay for destroying our family.”

Vik’s brows furrowed in concern as he asked, “Are they prepared?”

“They are,” I replied confidently. “They understand the sacrifices required to achieve justice. Our days of living in fear and hiding are over.”

There was no other choice. We either took action or lived with a cloud of dread over our heads for the rest of our lives. And what kind of existence was that?

Vik nodded, sensing the determination in my words. “Can I assume you plan to do this with or without my approval?”

“I’m not here to ask for permission,” I smirked, lifting a challenging brow.

He let out a resigned sigh. “I’ll prepare our men to await your orders.”

A thrill of anticipation raced through me at his words.

These were the loyalists who never forgot and always believed in honor and duty to the Vitalis family. They were stationed throughout Greece, ready to act on my signal.

Over the years, Vik had kept them close, using them as our eyes and ears in different parts of Greece. When the coup had occurred, they had hidden in plain sight while I disappeared with my sisters. But Vik ensured we always had a small team available to protect us. Over time, he expanded that group into a larger force, but it wasn’t enough for what I had planned.

It was time to mobilize.

Vik pulled out his phone and scanned the surroundings until he locked gazes with one of my security guards. A silent conversation passed between them, and I couldn’t help but shake my head at Vik’s need to protect us constantly.

“I suspected this day would come sooner rather than later,” he said in a deadpan tone that brought a smile to my lips. “You were never one to sit idly by once you set your mind on something.”

“What have you been doing to prepare?” I asked curiously.

He turned his phone toward me, showing me its screen. “I’ve been watching properties suitable for purchase in Patras.”

I took the device and quickly skimmed over the listing details and images until I found one property in particular that was everything I could hope for—four bedrooms, luxurious, and conveniently located near the city center.

“This is perfect,” I said, pointing to it. “Buy it.”

“Under your name?” Vik raised a questioning brow, his worry for my plan evident.

I shook my head. “No. I want to make it as difficult as possible for anyone in Patras to learn that the Vitalis sisters are still alive and well.”

“This is smart. The element of surprise keeps things in our favor.”

The timing was critical.

In a month, my sisters and I would return to the city of our birth. Even if it wasn’t to the estate we’d left under the cover of the night, it was on Vitalis territory.

I couldn’t wait to see their faces.

Hell hath no fury like the Vitalis sisters seeking their revenge.

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