THE HEIRESS VOW - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Betrayal’s Echo
From the end of the alley, footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate. A figure emerged, cloaked in a long coat, the hood obscuring their face. As they approached, the hood fell back, revealing Lisa’s face—pale, eyes wide with a mix of fear and regret.

“Ava,” Lisa’s voice was a mere whisper, filled with trepidation. “You came.”

“I had to,” Ava replied, her voice steady but laced with hurt. “Why, Lisa? Why did you do it?”

Lisa looked down, unable to meet Ava’s piercing gaze. She took a deep breath, as if summoning the courage to speak. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t have a choice? You were my friend, Lisa. We grew up together. How could you betray me like that?”

Tears welled up in Lisa’s eyes. She took a step closer, but Ava recoiled. “Please, just listen,” Lisa pleaded. “It wasn’t what it seemed.”

Ava crossed her arms, her stance defensive. “Then explain. Make me understand.”

Lisa’s shoulders slumped, and she glanced around nervously before speaking. “I was blackmailed, Ava. They threatened my family. They had dirt on me, on my brother. If I didn’t do what they wanted, they would’ve ruined us.”

Ava’s expression softened slightly, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. “Who are ‘they’?”

Lisa’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The Syndicate. They knew everything, Ava. They knew about our plans, about your weaknesses. They forced me to feed them information.”

Ava’s mind raced, trying to process the revelation. The Syndicate. The name sent a chill down her spine. They were more dangerous than she had realized. “Why didn’t you come to me?” she asked, her voice cracking. “We could’ve figured something out together.”

“I was scared,” Lisa admitted, tears streaming down her face now. “They watched my every move. I couldn’t risk it. I thought if I did what they wanted, maybe they’d let us go.”

Ava’s fists clenched. “And what about now? Why tell me this now?”

Lisa wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. “Because they didn’t keep their promise. They still have my brother. And I can’t live with this guilt anymore. I need your help, Ava. You’re the only one who can stop them.”

Ava stared at her former friend, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside her. Betrayal, anger, sorrow, and a flicker of hope. “Tell me everything,” she said finally. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know it all.”

Lisa nodded, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Ava. I promise, I won’t let you down again.”

They sat on the cold, damp ground of the alley, and Lisa recounted every detail—the threats, the blackmail, the information she had passed to the Syndicate. Ava listened intently, piecing together the puzzle that had shattered her life.

As the night wore on, Ava’s resolve hardened. She would not let the Syndicate get away with this. They had manipulated and destroyed too many lives. But one question still burned in her mind.

“Who’s behind all of this, Lisa? Who’s the mastermind?”

Lisa hesitated, fear flashing in her eyes. “His name is Vincent Blackwood,” she whispered. “He’s the one pulling all the strings.”

The name sent a shockwave through Ava. Vincent Blackwood. A name she had heard in hushed whispers, associated with power and ruthlessness. The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. This was bigger than she had imagined.

“We need to be careful,” Ava said, her voice firm. “Vincent is dangerous. But we’ll find a way to stop him.”

Lisa nodded, her fear now mingled with a glimmer of hope. “I trust you, Ava.”

A knock on the door startled her. She reached for the knife she kept hidden in the desk drawer, her heart pounding. “Who is it?” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady.

“It’s me,” came a familiar voice. “Jackson.”

Ava let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and opened the door. Jackson stood there, his face lined with concern. “I heard about what happened,” he said, stepping inside. “Are you okay?”

Ava nodded, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her. “I’m fine. Just trying to make sense of everything.”

Jackson sat down across from her, his gaze serious. “Lisa told you about Vincent, didn’t she?”

Ava looked at him sharply. “You knew?”

Jackson sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I suspected. Vincent’s name has come up in a lot of our investigations. He’s a ghost, Ava. Hard to pin down, but always there, pulling the strings.”

Ava’s frustration boiled over. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t have proof,” Jackson replied, his voice calm but firm. “And I didn’t want to put you in more danger without knowing for sure. But now that we do, we need to act.”

Ava took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. “What’s our next move?”

Jackson leaned forward, his eyes locked on hers. “We gather our allies, the ones we can trust. We find out everything we can about Vincent’s operations. And then we hit him where it hurts.”

Ava nodded, determination steeling her resolve. “Let’s bring him down.”