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Ch. 75- Guarantee??
The chamber smelled faintly of polished timber and dust, and light fell through narrow windows, along the long semicircle of council seats where twelve elders and industry figures sat, each with their own ledger and pen, each pretending impartiality while their eyes betrayed their alliances. Connor entered with measured steps, boots clicking against the floor. Kirra followed some steps behind him, wearing a formal black dress and keeping her hair tied back. She held her chin up, but Connor could feel the tremor in her presence, like a string being pulled tough. At the center of the bench that was supposed to be interrogating Connor Waratah today, sat Elder Venn. His frame was thin, sharp cheekbones jutting out of his face, revealing a look of pinched disdain. His voice, when he spoke, cut through the murmurs like a blade. “Mr. Connor Waratah!” Venn began, lingering on the name as though tasting something sour, “if that is indeed your family name… this council questions yo
Ch. 74- Hope
Kirra froze, her eyes following the trembling finger. And when she saw who stood at the end of it, her stomach dropped.“Aunt Kakadu?” Her voice cracked with disbelief. She took a step forward, her expression hardening. “You? Of all people, you are the one framing me for theft? And that too—for things like cheese? Have you completely lost your mind?”Kakadu didn’t flinch. Her head lifted, chin pointed like a blade. “So what if I did?” she snapped, her tone imperious. “I saw you here and I immediately knew you had no business being in this store. Should I have stood by and let the place suffer because of you?”Kirra’s voice shot upward, a scream tearing through the hum of shocked murmurs. “How is the store suffering because of a paying customer?”Her aunt let out a harsh scoff, her rings glinting as she waved a dismissive hand. “Paying customer—or stealing customer? We all know which one you are, Kirra. Ever since you chose the side of that orphan, you’ve been nothing but a disgrace.”
Ch. 73- Stolen?
Kirra had spent half the day pacing around the flat, her mind buzzing with an idea. Connor had been her shield, her anchor, her strength these past weeks. He had taken every blow meant for her, shouldered every insult. She wanted to do something that wasn’t related to survival, that wasn’t dictated by their enemies. She wanted to make him smile.The thought struck her as she stood in the kitchen staring at the barren counter: a home-cooked dinner!Not just any dinner, but her special pasta that she learned in the six months of culinary academy, and a pineapple cake that she knew he liked. She tugged open cupboards, checked the fridge, searched every shelf, and decided to step out for shopping instead. But her enthusiasm was quickly deflated. The local shops she had visited earlier had none of the things she needed. No ricotta, no proper herbs, not even decent cocoa…Just dusty tins and basic staples. Her throat tightened with frustration. What good was it to dream of something nic
Ch. 72- Pretender or not!
The glow of Connor’s phone screen was the only light in the flat that morning, faint blue against his face as he scrolled through the latest industry newsletters and news feeds. A bitter taste rose in his mouth as the headline caught his eye:“Connor Kuranda: Pretender or Pawn?”His thumb froze over the glass. He opened it.The article unfurled in neat, polished paragraphs, the kind that cut with polite precision:For years, Connor was nothing more than a caretaker at the Billabong Care Orphanage, handling its modest accounts and daily management. Respectable, but ordinary. Then, suddenly, he married into the Kuranda family—heiress Kirra Kuranda, no less—and his fortune changed overnight. And yet, strangely, he continued to hold onto his old post, drawing income far beneath his new means. Why would a man with such newfound influence refuse to let go of such humble work?Connor’s jaw tightened. The next section chilled him more.Rumors now suggest he has been invoking the Waratah name
Ch. 71- Pawns
Connor didn't even realise that the dusk had worn the blanket of the night, and then discarded it in favour of the dawn, but he had remained seated at the dining table he had converted into a makeshift office for himself. Papers fanned around him like scattered leaves, his laptop screen glowing with spreadsheets, encrypted logs, and account statements. The early light caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw, the tightness of his hands resting on the table.He was engrossed in the same work as before: tracing the trail over and over, each loop sinking deeper into frustration. Their funds were frozen. On the surface, the bank’s email was innocuous, almost perfunctory: “Compliance review in process.” Connor had read the fine print so many times that the phrasing had etched itself into his memory. Approval chains, department stamps, signatures… he could navigate them blindfolded. And yet, something here smelled of being rotten. He scrolled back three
Ch. 70- Frozen?
The blinds were half-drawn, letting morning sunlight spill in narrow stripes across the wooden floorboards. The street below carried the faint hum of the city, distant horns, a bus arriving at its stop, dogs barking. But Inside the little flat, the chaos of the past week finally seemed to loosen its grip. Connor stood in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled back, one hand steadying the kettle while the other stirred ground coffee into the French press. The earthy aroma rose warm and sharp, curling through the air, grounding him in the present. He inhaled deeply, savouring the process. Just behind him, Kirra sat curled in the window nook, sketchbook balanced across her knees. Her hair spilled loosely over one shoulder, catching the sunlight in strands of gold. She tapped her pencil lightly against the page in an absent rhythm, lost in concentration. For the first time since coming back from the hospital, she looked absorbed in something that belonged entirely to her.“Your coffee’s bur
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