The Dark Side of Fate

The Dark Side Of Fate By Karima Sa’ad Usman Chapter 67

67 A Confession Of Rage

~Sylvester~

I took the journal from Tamia and read the page she was on. I could not believe what I had just seen.

“What if this woman was trying to frame my mother? The letter was anonymous. What if that was what she was trying to do? Jenny was on the council, and my mother wasn’t. My father had left the Balyaev seat vacant, making the Lawrences the most powerful family on the council. What if the council teamed up and decided to persecute my mother?

There is always evidence to convict a person, whether guilty or innocent. What if that was Jenny’s plan?” I said, still finding it hard to believe what Tamia had said.

She stood up and touched my hand.

“I do not know what to believe. But we must review the files and hide the correspondence about your father’s murder. Marcel and Theodore are loyal to you, but their fathers were also killed. They might not find it funny and demand retribution,” she said to me, and I knew she was right.

So I left her in the room and rushed down, stared at where the documents were and started searching the files for anything that had to do with the correspondence between Jenny and my mother.

“Sylvester, is everything alright?” Marcel asked me holding Jenny’s journal in his hand. It was clear they found what she had written amusing. I smiled at him and nodded.

“Yes. I just need to see the correspondence between her and my mother,” I said. He nodded and continued to read the journal in his hand.

I thought of the many things that could happen if the information Tamia just found out got into the wrong hands. The thought motivated me to search. Tamia joined me downstairs and helped me search the files.

We were at it for hours. We had lunch and talked about the content of the journal. We joked about what Jenny wrote. Tamia and I pretended to find it amusing because we did not want to alarm the others.

By evening we had gone through all the documents we had brought, and only four files consisted of her correspondence with my mother and father.

I found a copy of the letter sent to her by her southern informant in those files. It was authentic, but I could not tell if it was my mother’s handwriting or not.

“Alpha Corrigan, I write you in good conscience. I do not believe in injustice, and I believe the wolf lord lost his mind because of his greed. Knowing how greatly your family suffered at his hands, I am moved to do this. Although I want to remain anonymous, I have discovered that the lord is out to conquer the south. He travels in disguise with his beta and gamma under the Alias John Michan. He plans to scout your territory as a tourist to develop his attack plan. I am writing you this letter so you can prepare yourself for what is to come. Your parents’ sacrifice should not be in vain. Leah Corrigan and I became friends in the harem. Where I found favour with the wolf lord, she didn’t. I am writing you this letter to help keep her son alive. Please, the wolf lord with be in the south on Monday at noon. He will be staying at the Danes Inn in Pridewood Pack land

Under his Alias. Be warned that there will

be warriors around. You must intercept him in the inn. I hope for the sake of the south you succeed.” It read, and I wondered how Jenny would think my mother would write the letter. 2

The writer said she was in the harem, but Jenny had also said only my mother knew the Alias my father used to travel. Could it be possible that he discussed his trip with one of his girls, and she opted to betray him?

Tamia and I returned upstairs to pack the evidence, and I decided to talk to her about my thoughts.

“Could it be that my father might have divulged his travelling plans to a girl in the harem?” I asked, and Tamia looked at

some of the records in the journal. Jenny said that Leah Corrigan was never in the harem. He did not even sleep with her. She was thrown into service in Grizlo, where she died.”

she would not be mad. You have read her journals, Tamia; you know she is

entire Volkov family. We have a marriage coming, and we will soon welcome children into this world. We do not need lies and secrets weighing us down and haunting us.” She

ask my mother. I hope she tells the truth for all our sakes so I can figure out what to do.

everyone joked about the things they read in

her, and my mother was blackmailing him

really delusional.

him again. It was as if he had stopped existing. According to Theodore, there was an entry where she claimed my father took her son from her, but that was all. She did not talk about it or tell us where he was living. It

the Volkov

with

and I went to my

had settled in, I took the photocopied letter and knocked on my mother’s door. I hoped

surprised to see me. She smiled

to come looking for me this morning, ” She said with a smile and offered

resting. These are the early stages. She shouldn’t be going about with you,”

fine, mother,” I said

need you to be honest. with me,” I said,

I discovered is explosive. It can ruin our family. I need you to come clean and

lie to you about anything. I love you and your brother, and your know it,”

know what transpired between you and Jenny

lot of bad blood between you two, so I do not understand why she would visit you in

say

said, and I got

you better tell me the truth. I have a letter from Jenny’s records. She has a record claiming you

spewing that nonsense about me. You do not know how that bitch was. She was obsessed

I said, and she shook her head.

down,” I told her, letting my command through, and she reluctantly did as I

about Alissa, and I learned other things. I am

never hurt Maurice. He was my husband.” She said,

know, but he hurt you, mother. He tried to divorce you because of his fated, made you care for her, murdered most of your family members, and tried to give your family seat to his son. He did a

take my family seat from me?” She asked me with disbelief. I bowed my head and

you to alert you that father wanted to give

had her where I wanted, so it was time to ask again. Now that she

this. Tell me that Jenny is lying and you did not have father killed.” I said, staring into her eyes. Her tears were a dead giveaway. She was shaking and sweating. I could see it, but

and she wiped

choice. They were working against me, all of them, against us,” She said, and my knees gave out, and I fell on them with tears streaming down