PART 2 — THE WOMAN WHO STOLE MY LIFE
“So, tell me… how exactly does it feel to be beaten like a dog for three hours?”
Maya’s whisper was soft enough that the two maids standing behind her couldn’t hear it.
But I heard every word.
And for the first time in six years, I saw her clearly.
Not as the helpless woman Julian had rescued from a car accident.
Not as the delicate guest who supposedly needed protection.
Not even as the mistress who had stolen my husband.
She was something far more dangerous.
She was someone who had entered my home with a purpose.
I stared at her pale, flawless face and forced my cracked lips into a smile.
Maya’s expression flickered.
It lasted less than a second, but I saw it.
Fear.
“You’re smiling?” she asked.
My breathing rattled inside my chest.
“You’ve spent three years trying to take everything from me,” I whispered. “My husband. My home. My dignity.”
She tilted her head.
“And now I have them.”
“No.”
The smile vanished from her face.
I slowly curled my bloody fingers against the concrete.
“You only have what I allowed you to touch.”
Maya’s eyes hardened.
Then she laughed.
It was a quiet, delicate laugh, perfectly designed for the two maids behind her.
“Oh, Victoria,” she said loudly. “Even now, you’re still confused. I came down here because I was worried about you.”
She reached toward my face.
Her fingers gently brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek.
To anyone watching, the gesture would have appeared compassionate.
Then her fingernails dug into the open cut near my temple.
White-hot pain exploded through my skull.
My body jerked.
Maya leaned close again.
“Your family is dead,” she whispered. “Your company is gone. Your husband belongs to me. No one is coming to save you.”
I looked directly into her eyes.
“You’re wrong.”
Her fingers stopped.
I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Someone is already on his way.”
For the first time, Maya’s perfect mask completely cracked.
She glanced toward the cloth bag beside me.
It was empty.
David had taken the jade pendant.
“What did you do?” she demanded.
I said nothing.
Maya stood so quickly that one of the maids stepped backward.
“What was inside that bag?”
The maids exchanged nervous looks.
I closed my eyes.
Maya grabbed my shoulder and violently rolled me onto my back.
Agony tore through my ribs.
A strangled gasp escaped my throat.
“Answer me!”
The sweetness had vanished from her voice.
One maid stared at the floor.
The other began trembling.
Maya realized they were watching.
She immediately released me and turned toward them with a gentle smile.
“Please go upstairs,” she said. “Mrs. Kensington and I need some privacy.”
Neither maid moved.
“I said go.”
They hurried out.
The iron door slammed shut behind them.
Maya waited until their footsteps disappeared.
Then she kicked me directly in the side.
Something cracked.
I couldn’t even scream.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Maya crouched beside me again.
“You should have died with your family.”
The basement seemed to tilt.
For several seconds, I wondered whether I had heard her correctly.
Maya noticed the change in my expression.
A slow smile spread across her face.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I know about the plane.”
My heart stopped.
“What… do you know?”
“More than you ever will.”
She pulled a white handkerchief from her sleeve and carefully wiped a drop of my blood from the tip of her shoe.
“Your father was warned. He could have surrendered Vance Enterprises quietly, but powerful men always believe they are untouchable.”
“Who warned him?”
Maya smiled.
“That information would be wasted on a dying woman.”
I tried to lift my head.
My body refused to obey.
“You were involved.”
“I was useful.”
“To Julian?”
Her smile deepened.
“To people much more powerful than Julian.”
Those words frightened me more than the beating had.
For six years, I had believed Julian Kensington was the center of everything—the betrayal, the financial collapse, the plane crash.
But Maya had just revealed the truth.
Julian wasn’t the mastermind.
He was merely a piece on someone else’s board.
Maya stood and straightened her sweater.
“Unfortunately, I can’t let you die yet.”
She reached into her pocket and removed a small glass vial.
Clear liquid moved inside it.
“What is that?”
“Something that will make your death look natural.”
She pulled a syringe from the other pocket.
“When Julian finds you in the morning, he’ll believe your injuries were simply too severe. He may even cry.”
She filled the syringe.
“But first, you’re going to tell me what was inside that suitcase.”
I watched the needle glisten beneath the basement light.
Maya grabbed my arm.
I didn’t struggle.
I didn’t have the strength.
“Where did David go?” she asked.
I remained silent.
She pressed the needle against my skin.
“Where did you send him?”
I looked past her shoulder.
At the heavy iron door.
Then I smiled again.
“You’re too late.”
Maya spun around.
Nothing was there.
When she looked back at me, pure fury burned across her face.
“You pathetic—”
A phone began ringing.
It wasn’t hers.
The sound came from the cloth bag beside me.
Maya froze.
The old burner phone.
David had left it behind.
The ringing continued.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Maya reached for it.
I gathered the final trace of strength inside my body and closed my hand around her wrist.
Her eyes widened.
“Don’t,” I whispered.
She easily tore herself free.
Then she grabbed the phone and answered.
“Who is this?”
Silence.
Maya’s confidence slowly faded.
A man’s voice came through the speaker.
It was deep, calm, and frighteningly controlled.
“Put Victoria on the phone.”
Maya stared at me.
“Who are you?”
The man did not answer her question.
Instead, he said, “You have ten seconds.”
Maya laughed nervously.
“Do you have any idea whose house you’re calling?”
“Nine.”
Her face tightened.
“You’re making a serious mistake.”
“Eight.”
“This is the Kensington estate.”
“Seven.”
Maya’s fingers began trembling.
She switched the phone to speaker.
“Julian Kensington will destroy you.”
The man paused.
Then he laughed.
It was not a loud laugh.
But the sound drained all the color from Maya’s face.
“Julian Kensington,” he said, “will not survive the night unless Victoria tells me he may.”
My heart slammed against my fractured ribs.
I knew that voice.
Time had made it rougher.
Colder.
But I still recognized it.
“Uncle Gabriel,” I breathed.
Silence filled the basement.
Then the man on the phone spoke again.
“Little Sparrow.”
My eyes burned.
No one had called me that in almost thirty years.
My father’s younger brother, Gabriel Vance, had disappeared when I was eight years old.
According to my parents, he had betrayed the family, stolen millions, and fled the country.
His name was forbidden inside our home.
His photographs had been removed.
My father had never spoken of him again.
Yet on my eighteenth birthday, the jade pendant had come with a single instruction.
When the most critical moment of your life arrives, use it.
My father had known Gabriel was alive.
And now Gabriel had answered.
Maya gripped the phone.
“This is impossible.”
Gabriel’s voice turned cold.
“The jade pendant has been delivered. That means my brother’s final order is active.”
“What order?”
“The Vance Reckoning.”
Maya dropped the phone.
It struck the concrete but did not break.
She stumbled backward.
I had never seen her truly afraid before.
“Maya,” I whispered.
Her gaze snapped toward me.
“You said no one was coming.”
Outside the basement, an alarm suddenly began screaming.
Red emergency lights flashed through the narrow window in the iron door.
Men shouted upstairs.
Heavy footsteps thundered across the estate.
Maya rushed toward the door and pulled it open.
One of Julian’s security guards was running down the corridor.
“What’s happening?” she demanded.
The guard stopped, breathless.
“The front gate has been breached.”
“By who?”
“We don’t know. Every camera went down at the same time. The phone lines are dead, the security system is locked, and all the vehicles in the garage have been disabled.”
Maya’s face went white.
“Where is Mr. Kensington?”
“In his study.”
A deafening explosion shook the mansion.
Dust fell from the basement ceiling.
Maya screamed.
The guard grabbed his weapon and ran upstairs.
She turned back toward me.
For one moment, we stared at each other.
Then she lunged for the syringe.
But before she could reach it, another figure appeared in the doorway.
David.
Blood ran from a cut above his eyebrow.
He held a pistol in both hands.
“Step away from her.”
Maya slowly raised her hands.
“You?” she whispered. “You betrayed Julian?”
David’s weapon remained steady.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“I finally stopped betraying Mrs. Kensington.”
Maya’s expression twisted.
“You think these people will spare you?”
“I’m not asking them to.”
David stepped inside and kicked the syringe away.
Then he knelt beside me.
“Ma’am, help is here.”
My vision was beginning to fade again.
“Who came?”
David swallowed hard.
“Everyone.”
He gently lifted me from the floor.
Pain tore through my body, but I held on to consciousness.
As he carried me into the corridor, I heard gunfire echoing from the upper floors.
Maya followed us.
Her fear had quickly transformed into calculation.
She was already thinking of escape.
David reached the foot of the basement stairs.
Then the mansion became completely silent.
No alarms.
No gunfire.
No shouting.
Nothing.
A man slowly descended the stairs.
He appeared to be in his late sixties, with silver hair, a black overcoat, and a thin scar running from his left temple to his jaw.
Behind him stood six men dressed in dark suits.
Each wore a small green-jade pin.
Gabriel Vance stopped three steps above us.
For a long moment, he looked at me without speaking.
His cold expression broke.
“My God,” he whispered.
I had imagined this moment many times as a child.
I had imagined screaming at him for abandoning us.
I had imagined demanding to know why he had betrayed my father.
But lying broken in David’s arms, I could ask only one question.
“Why didn’t you save them?”
Gabriel’s eyes filled with something I had never expected.
Shame.
“I tried.”
“My father… my mother… Thomas…”
“I tried to warn them.”
“They’re dead.”
Gabriel slowly descended the remaining steps.
“No, Victoria.”
I stared at him.
He removed a sealed envelope from inside his coat.
The handwriting on the front belonged to my father.
My breath caught.
Gabriel held it out to me.
“Your parents are dead,” he said. “But Thomas wasn’t on that plane.”
The basement seemed to disappear around me.
“What?”
“Your brother survived.”
I stopped breathing.
Gabriel’s next words shattered everything I believed.
“Thomas has been alive for three years.”
My eyes filled with tears.
“Where is he?”
Gabriel looked toward the top of the stairs.
“He was investigating the people who destroyed your family.”
“Where is he now?”
Gabriel’s jaw tightened.
“Inside this house.”
Maya suddenly turned and ran.
One of Gabriel’s men caught her before she reached the corridor.
She screamed and fought wildly.
Gabriel didn’t even look at her.
“Why is Thomas here?” I asked.
“Because he discovered the final piece of the conspiracy.”
“Julian?”
“No.”
Gabriel’s eyes moved toward Maya.
“Her.”
Maya stopped struggling.
David stared at her.
I could barely process the words.
“She caused the crash?”
“She helped arrange it,” Gabriel said. “But that isn’t the worst thing she has done.”
Maya began shaking her head.
“He’s lying!”
Gabriel continued.
“Thomas came to this estate two days ago. He planned to take you out and expose everyone involved.”
“Then where is he?”
Gabriel looked at David.
“Search the east wing.”
One of the men behind him spoke into his radio.
A voice immediately answered.
“East wing is clear.”
“Check the tunnels beneath the old wine cellar.”
Maya’s face changed.
It was subtle.
But Gabriel noticed.
He walked toward her.
“What did you do to Thomas?”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Gabriel pulled a photograph from his pocket.
It showed my brother standing outside the Kensington estate three days earlier.
He looked thinner.
Older.
But he was alive.
A sob rose in my throat.
Maya glanced at the photograph.
Then she smiled.
It was the same cruel smile she had worn when she entered the basement.
“You’re all too late.”
Gabriel grabbed her by the throat.
“Where is he?”
Maya struggled to breathe.
“He came looking for Victoria,” she gasped. “But Julian found him first.”
My blood turned cold.
“What did Julian do?”
Maya looked directly at me.
“He locked your brother inside the old underground vault.”
Gabriel released her.
“Where is the key?”
“Julian has it.”
Suddenly, one of Gabriel’s men shouted from the top of the stairs.
“Sir!”
Gabriel turned.
The man held a phone displaying a live security feed.
On the screen, Julian stood inside a stone chamber.
My brother was chained to a chair behind him.
Thomas was bleeding, but alive.
Julian held a gun against his head.
Then Julian looked directly into the security camera.
He knew we were watching.
His voice came through the phone.
“Victoria.”
My body trembled.
Julian smiled.
“If you want your brother alive, come to the vault alone.”
Gabriel immediately shook his head.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Julian pressed the gun harder against Thomas’s temple.
“You have five minutes.”
“Julian!” I screamed.
He ignored me.
“There’s something your brother has been desperate to tell you.”
Thomas lifted his head.
Our eyes met through the screen.
He shouted one sentence before Julian struck him across the face.
“Victoria, Julian isn’t your husband’s real name!”
The video suddenly went black.
And somewhere beneath the mansion, a clock began counting down……………………..
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3…
