PART 10 — The Sister’s Revenge
PART 10 — The Sister’s Revenge
The world stopped.
There was no sound.
No movement.
No thoughts.
Just one image burned into my mind.
Ava.
My sister.
Walking away with my sons.
My babies.
The children I had protected from the moment they entered this world.
Gone.
“No.”
The word came out as a whisper.
Then louder.
“No!”
I grabbed the screen.
Like touching it could change what I was seeing.
Like somehow the image would disappear.
But it didn’t.
Marcus immediately moved.
“Ms. Vance, we’re tracking the vehicle.”
I turned toward him.
“Find them.”
My voice was shaking.
But not from fear.
From rage.
“Find my children.”
He nodded.
“Already working.”
Julian stood frozen.
His face was completely destroyed.
“Ava…”
I looked at him.
“You know her?”
He swallowed.
“Yes.”
The anger inside me exploded.
“You knew my sister.”
He looked at me.
“I knew of her.”
“Explain.”
His voice cracked.
“Please.”
I stepped closer.
“You have five seconds.”
He looked down.
“My grandfather’s records mentioned her.”
A pause.
“When your mother escaped with you…”
My hands tightened.
“She didn’t escape with both of us.”
Julian nodded.
“No.”
The room became silent.
“She only took you.”
I felt something break inside me.
“My mother…”
I couldn’t finish.
Julian continued quietly.
“She tried to go back.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
He opened another file.
“She realized she couldn’t leave Ava behind.”
A pause.
“But before she could return…”
He stopped.
“Before what?”
His eyes filled.
“Eleanor found her.”
My blood ran cold.
“What did she do?”
Nobody answered.
That silence was enough.
I turned toward Marcus.
“Find Eleanor.”
He nodded.
Then his phone rang.
He answered.
Listened.
And his expression changed.
“What?”
Everyone looked at him.
He lowered the phone slowly.
“We found the vehicle.”
Relief hit me for half a second.
Then disappeared.
“Where are they?”
Marcus looked at me.
“Abandoned near the old Vance estate.”
My heart dropped.
The same place from the video.
The same place my mother had hidden everything.
I grabbed my coat.
“I’m going.”
Marcus immediately said:
“No.”
I turned.
“No?”
“It could be a trap.”
I looked at him.
“My sons are there.”
A pause.
“I’m going.”
He knew better than to argue.
The old Vance estate looked exactly how I remembered.
Large.
Silent.
Empty.
The house where my childhood ended.
The house my mother left behind.
The house full of secrets.
Security surrounded the property.
Marcus moved ahead.
I followed.
Every step felt heavier.
Because somewhere inside…
My sister was waiting.
A woman who shared my blood.
But hated me.
The doors were open.
That scared me more.
Someone wanted us to enter.
We walked inside.
The hallway was dark.
Dust covered everything.
But then…
I heard something.
A baby crying.
My heart stopped.
“My sons.”
I ran.
Marcus grabbed my arm.
“Wait.”
But the crying continued.
Small.
Weak.
Real.
I pulled away.
“Let me go.”
We reached the old living room.
And there she was.
Ava.
Sitting beside the fireplace.
Holding one of my sons.
The other was sleeping in a basket nearby.
My entire body went cold.
“Ava.”
She looked up.
And smiled.
A sad smile.
“You came.”
I stared.
“Give them back.”
She looked down at the baby.
“They’re beautiful.”
My voice became sharper.
“They’re not yours.”
Her expression changed.
“They’re my family.”
I stepped closer.
“They are my children.”
She laughed softly.
“Do you know what’s funny?”
I said nothing.
“She gave you everything.”
She looked at me.
“Our mother.”
A pause.
“She gave you the name.”
“She gave you the company.”
“She gave you the life.”
Her eyes filled.
“And she gave me away.”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t know.”
“I know.”
That surprised me.
She continued:
“That’s what makes it worse.”
I frowned.
“What?”
She looked at me.
“You didn’t steal my life.”
A pause.
“She did.”
Her anger softened.
“But I still hated you.”
My heart hurt.
“Why?”
She looked at the baby.
“Because hating you was easier than accepting the truth.”
For a moment…
I saw not an enemy.
A wounded woman.
Someone who had spent years believing she was abandoned.
“Ava.”
I stepped closer.
“Where was she?”
Her face changed.
“Who?”
“Our mother.”
Silence.
Then Ava whispered:
“She came back.”
My breath caught.
“What?”
“She came back for me.”
Tears appeared in Ava’s eyes.
“She found me.”
A pause.
“She tried to take me away.”
I listened.
Because this was the truth I had never known.
“What happened?”
Ava looked toward the window.
“Eleanor stopped her.”
My stomach tightened.
“She told me our mother chose you.”
A pause.
“She showed me pictures of you.”
Her voice broke.
“The happy child.”
“The loved child.”
“The child who got everything.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Ava looked at me.
“I know now.”
A pause.
“But I didn’t then.”
The baby moved in her arms.
She looked down.
And something changed.
The anger disappeared.
Because she was looking at my son.
Not as a weapon.
As a baby.
Her face softened.
“I never wanted to hurt them.”
I stepped closer.
“Then give them back.”
She looked at me.
“I wanted you to feel what I felt.”
A pause.
“Alone.”
The room went quiet.
Then a sound came from the hallway.
Slow clapping.
Everyone turned.
Eleanor.
Standing there.
Smiling.
But this time…
She wasn’t in control.
She was desperate.
“Beautiful.”
Her voice echoed.
“Such a touching reunion.”
My blood boiled.
“You.”
Ava turned.
Her expression changed.
“You lied to me.”
Eleanor smiled.
“I protected you.”
Ava stood.
“No.”
Her voice shook.
“You used me.”
Eleanor’s face hardened.
“I gave you purpose.”
Ava laughed bitterly.
“You gave me hatred.”
Silence.
Then Eleanor looked at me.
“You always were the problem.”
I stepped forward.
“The problem?”
She nodded.
“You.”
A pause.
“Your mother should have never chosen you.”
My hands curled.
“Where is the truth, Eleanor?”
She smiled.
“Still asking questions.”
She reached into her coat.
Everyone moved.
Security raised weapons.
But Eleanor only pulled out a small envelope.
Old.
Yellowed.
My mother’s handwriting.
My heart stopped.
“What is that?”
Eleanor looked at me.
“The final letter.”
A pause.
“The one your mother never wanted you to read.”
I stared.
“Why?”
Her smile faded.
“Because it explains why she chose you.”
Ava looked at the envelope.
Confused.
I felt something coming.
Something bigger.
Eleanor slowly opened it.
And read one sentence.
Then the entire room froze.
Because my mother’s words were:
I did not choose Audrey because I loved her more.
Ava’s face changed.
Eleanor continued.
I chose Audrey because Ava was the one who could destroy the world.
Silence.
Nobody moved.
My sister looked at me.
Terrified.
And for the first time…
I wondered.
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Maybe Ava didn’t steal my children because she hated me.
Maybe she was afraid of what she truly was.
