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.

ask, “How long could he be in prison for

the severity, the

Twenty–five years.

room after he uttered the chilling sentence. The air felt thick, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Wiping a stray tear

years,” I repeated, the words catching in my throat. “That can’t be it. There has

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shuffled some papers on 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,

laundering money.”

flicker of hope ignited within me. “Entrapment? But how would we

There’s no guarantee it will

washed over me. At least I wouldn’t be completely in the dark anymore. “Visitation rights,” I echoed, “Yes, please

flickering across his lips. “Alright. I’ll get on that right away. In the meantime, I’ll also see if I can dig up

I really appreciate

about me. It’s about justice. I will be

he shuffled out of the study, leaving me

hadn’t allowed myself to truly consider it before. In the whirlwind of emotions, fear, and confusion,

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

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

out of me.

choked sob escaped my lips, tears stinging my eyes. Just as I felt myself spiraling into despair, the office door creaked open and Natalia entered. Her concerned gaze swept over me, taking in my tear–streaked face

softly, her voice laced with worry. “How are you

“Mr. Davies

her presence a source of comfort. She squeezed my hand gently, her touch warm and reassuring. “Hey,” she said firmly, her voice unwavering, “You’re strong, Amaya. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’ve been through a lot, but you

drama after another, I confessed, burying my face in her shoulder. “First, everything with Alex, now this. When will it all

“I know, sweetie,” she