Chapter 94

Morgan’s wife’s lottery winnings—a cool two million-hadn’t come from luck at all. The money had been wired from a private account.
And the account holder was Samuel.
Aurora stared at the evidence on her phone, flipping through the screenshots one after another. There was no sense of triumph, no rush of satisfaction at having unmasked the real culprit. All she felt was a bone-deep chill.
She’d never been close to the Quinns. There was no real love between her and that family, but there hadn’t been any great hatred either. Yet for Eleanor, they’d set up this vicious, calculated trap-one designed to utterly ruin her.
Aurora called the police.
After she’d given her statement at the station, Samuel arrived with Fiona in tow.
Fiona’s shrill voice echoed down the hallway. “Aurora, you actually had Samuel arrested? Are you out of your mind?”
Aurora met her eyes, her voice quiet but steady. “I’m not crazy. But you all are.”
They’d spoiled Eleanor to the point of madness.
“You’re coming with me,” Fiona demanded, grabbing Aurora’s arm. “Tell the police it was just a joke between siblings, that you didn’t mean to file a real report.” Desperation had driven her to this—she actually wanted Aurora to claim she’d made a false accusation, just to protect Samuel.
But that was typical. In Fiona’s eyes, Aurora had never truly been her daughter.
Aurora wrenched her arm free, her tone flat and emotionless. “The police will find out the truth soon enough.”
Fiona’s face twisted in rage. “You… you’re a curse on this family! We never should have brought you back.”
Regret burned in her voice.
She should have left Aurora in that little town of Millbrook. Let her rot there- maybe even die.
A sharp ache gripped Aurora’s chest. For the first time, Fiona had spoken her true feelings out loud. They hadn’t wanted her back; they’d only come to collect Grandma Grace, whose health had been failing, and Aurora had simply been an afterthought, dragged along for convenience.
They’d never wanted a daughter like her.
“Well, it’s too late for regrets,” Aurora said, forcing the pain down and hiding behind an icy mask.
Fiona slumped into a chair, wringing her hands over Samuel.
Aurora crossed her arms and sat quietly apart from them.
Eleanor burst into the station, wide-eyed with shock when she learned Aurora had called the police on Samuel.
“Aurora, you can’t just accuse Samuel because you don’t like me,” she pleaded, clinging to Fiona’s arm, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Fiona sobbed, “What did I do to deserve such a cold, heartless daughter?”
“Aurora, let’s go home and talk this through,” Eleanor coaxed gently. “If Samuel really did something to hurt you, I’ll make him apologize.”
She still didn’t seem to know what had triggered Aurora’s actions.
“Eleanor, thank God for you,” Fiona wept, shooting Aurora a look full of venom.
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After a while, an officer emerged and announced that Aurora was free to go. The evidence would be investigated.
“She can’t leave!” Fiona shot up from her chair, pointing an accusing finger at Aurora. “She’s making false accusations! You should charge her for slander!”
Aurora felt a coldness settle around her heart. She gave a short, mirthless laugh. “Samuel ordered someone to install surveillance at my workplace, stole confidential formulas, and destroyed my reputation. If you’re involved, you’ll be facing charges too.”
Fiona finally understood. She stared at Aurora, appalled at her daughter’s ruthless resolve.
Eleanor’s face went pale.
Aurora had found out?
How could she possibly know?
Aurora looked up and met Eleanor’s eyes, catching the flicker of panic she failed
to hide in time.
So it really was connected to her.
Suddenly, Eleanor’s face lit up as she called out in forced delight, “Dan!”