Lina sat in the grand living room of her father’s estate, a glass of wine in her hand. Her father, Mr. Davenport, lounged in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The room was dimly lit, the crackling fire in the hearth casting shadows across the walls.
They had been waiting for this moment-a moment where they could breathe without the looming threat of Mr. Wolfe.
Lina sipped her wine, her red lips curling into a sly smile. “Father,” she began, her tone almost mocking, “we did it. Can you believe it? We actually did it.”
Mr. Davenport chuckled, swirling his own glass of wine in his hand. “Of course, I believe it, Lina,” he said, his voice smooth and filled with confidence. “It was a perfect plan, wasn’t it?”
Lina leaned back on the couch, her legs crossed elegantly. “It had to be perfect,” she replied. “Mr. Wolfe was too dangerous to leave loose. You know how he is-always going back on his promises.”
Davenport nodded, his expression growing more serious. “I couldn’t risk him coming after us,” he admitted. “The man was ruthless. Even with the divorce finalized, I had no doubt he’d find some way to make us pay.”
Lina laughed softly, the sound almost musical. “And now he’s gone,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “All because of a little ‘accident.'” She set her glass down on the table and leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Father, you’re a genius.”
Davenport smirked, pleased with her praise. “It wasn’t just me,” he said. “You played your part beautifully. Getting close to him, learning his routines-it all came together perfectly.”
Lina tilted her head, her smile widening. “I told you I could handle it,” she said. “But I’ll admit, I was nervous at first. Messing with his car… it felt risky.”
Her father waved a dismissive hand. “Risky, yes, but necessary,” he said. “If we hadn’t done it, we’d still be looking over our shoulders. Wolfe wasn’t the kind of man to let things go. You know that as well as I do.”
Lina’s smile faltered for a moment as she thought back to her time with Damian. “He was just like his father,” she said quietly. “Cold, calculating, always in control. I thought I could handle him, but…”
Davenport raised an eyebrow. “But what?” he asked.
Lina shook her head, brushing the thought away. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “It doesn’t matter now. They’re both out of our lives.”
Her father studied her for a moment before nodding. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s all that matters. We’re free now, Lina. Free to live without the fear of those wolves circling us.”
Lina picked up her glass again, taking a long sip. “What do we do next?” she asked, her voice thoughtful. “With Wolfe gone, the family will be in chaos. His sons will be scrambling to take control.”
Davenport’s lips twisted into a grin. “Let them scramble,” he said. “They’ll be too busy fighting among themselves to bother with us. By the time they figure out what’s happening, we’ll be untouchable.”
Lina leaned back, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You sound so sure,” she said.
“I am sure,” her father replied. “We’ve planned this too carefully for it to fail now.”
Lina’s gaze flickered to the fire, her mind racing with thoughts of the Wolfe family. “Do you think Damian knows?” she asked suddenly, her voice quieter now.
Davenport frowned. “Knows what?”
“That we were behind his father’s accident,” she said. “Do you think he suspects us?”
Her father’s expression softened into an almost paternal smile. “Even if he does, there’s nothing he can prove,” he said confidently. “And without proof, he’s powerless. Let him stew in his suspicions.”
Lina smiled faintly, though her eyes remained on the fire. “I hope you’re right,” she murmured.
Davenport leaned forward, his tone growing firmer. “Lina,” he said, “listen to me. We’ve won. Wolfe is gone, and we’re safe. You need to stop worrying.”
Lina nodded slowly, forcing a smile. “You’re right,” she said. “It’s over.”
Her father raised his glass, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “To us,” he said, “and to a future without the Wolves.”
“To us,” Lina echoed, clinking her glass against his.
For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of their victory settling over them. Lina’s mind drifted back to the night of the accident, the sound of Wolfe’s car screeching and crashing replaying in her head. A part of her felt… uneasy. But she quickly pushed the thought away.
“This is just the beginning,” Davenport said, breaking the silence. “With Wolfe out of the picture, there’s nothing standing in our way.”
Lina nodded, her smile returning. “You’re right,” she said. “It’s time we start living the lives we deserve.”
Her father grinned, his confidence unshaken. “Exactly,” he said. “And nothing will stop us now.”
They clinked their glasses again, the sound ringing out like a declaration of their triumph.