Bonds

Chapter 38

-Maya’s POV-

One week.

That’s how long the cold, damp cell had been my only companion. The stale air, the flickering fluorescent light, the constant echo of distant shouts – it all melded into a single, horrifying memory. The relief of Natalia flinging her arms around me when I was finally released was almost suffocating.

“They wouldn’t even let me see him,” I thought bitterly, clenching my fists in my lap. Ivan had explained things vaguely, something about political pressure and “influential forces.” He’d insisted he wasn’t responsible for my release, but then who was? Even though I knew the answer, I dared not think of him.

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Moving in with Ivan had been a whirlwind. The twins, bless their curious little hearts, were asking endless questions I couldn’t answer. “Where have you been Mummy? Why are we leaving Aunty Natalia?”

I would explain but I was just too damn tired. There was almost no tears left in my eyes.

Today, however, I wasn’t here for tears. I was here to fight. Sitting across from a portly lawyer with thinning hair and a perpetually worried expression, I steeled myself. Mr. Davies had been recommended by Ivan, and while his kindness was evident, his lack of results was starting to grate on me.

“Mr. Davies,” I began, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands, “with all due respect, I don’t feel like you’re doing enough. It’s been a week, and I haven’t been able to see my father. He’s in jail and you’re telling me there’s nothing we can do?”

Mr. Davies squirmed in his seat, adjusting his spectacles. “Miss Stone, I understand your frustration. Believe me, I am doing everything in my power. But your father’s case is…” he hesitated, searching for the right words, “complicated.”

“Complicated how?” I pressed, my voice rising a notch.

He sighed, a deep rumble that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within his belly. “The evidence against him is… substantial, Miss Stone. Large sums of money, offshore accounts, the whole shebang. It doesn’t look good, I’m afraid to say.”

My stomach clenched. My father had always done things the legal way. That was one thing I could brag about even though we never saw eye to eye. But then a chilling thought struck me. Could someone have framed him? An enemy, a competitor, someone with a grudge? The questions swirled in my head, a storm with no clear answer.

finally managed to ask, “How long

gaze, his lips pursed in a thin line. “Money laundering is a serious offense. Depending on the severity, the sentence. could range from…” he hesitated again, his voice dropping to a low

Twenty–five years.

silence descended upon the room after he uttered the chilling sentence. The air felt thick, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Wiping a stray tear that escaped down my cheek, I

repeated, the words catching in my throat. “That can’t be it. There has to be something

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his desk, avoiding my gaze. “Look, I understand this is a difficult time for you. But these accusations. are serious, and the evidence against your father seems strong. However,” he continued, a hint of hope creeping

laundering money.”

within me. “Entrapment? But how

his expression thoughtful. “That is a problem. However, I can draft a request for visitation rights. There’s

sliver of relief washed over me. At least I wouldn’t be completely in the dark anymore.

In the meantime, I’ll also see if I can dig up any information about entrapment.

you. I really appreciate

a small smile. “It’s not about me. It’s about justice. I

out of the study, leaving me

consider it before. In the whirlwind of emotions, fear, and confusion, the question of innocence hadn’t truly

cold shiver ran down my spine. And then there was Alex. Could he be behind this?

With m pop y father gone, the responsibility for the Crescent pack loomed large. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d relinquished the Alpha role to be with Alex, only to have it thrust back upon me

out of me.

lips, tears stinging my eyes. Just as I felt myself spiraling into despair, the office door

laced with

feeling hollow even to me. “It could be better,” I admitted, my voice thick with emotion. “Mr. Davies is trying to get me visitation rights, but it could take days. And the miracle of all miracles, Ms Edwards

warm and reassuring. “Hey,” she said firmly, her voice

a shaky breath, leaning into her side. “It just feels like one drama after another, I confessed, burying my face in her shoulder. “First, everything with Alex,

her arms around me, holding me tight. “I know, sweetie,” she murmured. “It feels overwhelming, doesn’t