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The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 27: The Edge of the Fall
The pain hit him like a wave, sharp and searing. Gregory gasped, clutching his side, blood soaking his shirt as he crumpled to the floor. His vision swam, every breath feeling like it might be his last.“You really thought you had a chance?” Voss's voice was cold, detached, as he towered over Gregory, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re not the hero in this story. You’re the fool.”Gregory’s hand trembled as he reached for the gun holstered at his side, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. The room around him spun, his thoughts growing distant.Voss knelt down, pressing the barrel of the gun to Gregory’s temple. “I gave you a chance. But you couldn’t let go, could you? You wanted to be something you’re not.”Gregory’s heart raced. His mind was foggy, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t ready to die. Not here, not now, not with Mrs. Dillard still tied to that chair.He clenched his jaw, his vision sharpening as he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t let this be the end. Not yet.
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 28: Last Stand
The world seemed to blur as Gregory stumbled forward, his side burning with every step. He could barely feel his legs as they moved mechanically, driven by pure instinct. The gunfire, the chaos, all felt distant, as though it were happening in another world.His mind flashed back to that moment when Voss had held the gun to his temple—when he’d thought it was over. It wasn’t over. Not yet. Not while there was still breath in his body.Crane was at his side, guiding him toward the exit. “We’re almost there,” Crane shouted, pushing past a cluster of Voss’s men who were scrambling to respond.Gunshots rang out, and a bullet grazed Crane’s shoulder, but he didn’t flinch. He kept pushing forward, helping Gregory stay on his feet. Behind them, the team was holding the line, keeping Voss’s men back long enough for them to escape.The warehouse was a battlefield now. Bodies and debris littered the floor, and the sound of helicopters overhead only added to the tension. Gregory’s heart pounded,
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 29: Hidden Truths
The safe house was a modest, nondescript building on the outskirts of the city, nestled in the dense woods that surrounded it. It wasn’t much, but it was secure. There were no windows, no signs of activity that might draw unwanted attention. It was a place to lay low, to catch their breath before moving forward.As soon as the SUV came to a stop, Mara was out the door, moving quickly to secure the perimeter. Amelia was already tending to Gregory’s injuries, but his mind wasn’t on the blood soaking his shirt or the pounding in his head. He couldn’t afford to let his body betray him now.“We’ve got a few hours before they catch up to us,” Mara said, her voice low as she made her way back into the house, a gun slung over her shoulder. “We need to figure out our next move.”Gregory nodded, but his gaze drifted to Mrs. Dillard, still unconscious on the couch. She was alive, but barely. Her chest rose and fell slowly, but the blood loss had left her pale, and he wasn’t sure if she would sur
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 30: The Hunt Begins
The night had fallen over the safe house like a thick, oppressive blanket. The forest surrounding them was quiet, eerily still, as if even nature itself held its breath in anticipation. Gregory sat at the small, makeshift table, the flickering light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. The plans were laid out before him—maps, pictures, blueprints—and his mind raced as he thought of every possible way to make sure Voss wouldn’t catch them off guard again.“We move at dawn,” Gregory said, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. His eyes never left the plans. “I know where Voss is holding his most valuable assets. If we take that place out, we take him down.”Amelia nodded, already examining the maps, her mind working just as fast as Gregory’s. “It’s risky, but it’s our best shot. If we can hit their central command, we cripple their operations. They won’t be able to make their next move.”Crane, sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, watched them with a calc
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 1: The Stain on the Marble
The marble floors were pristine—shining like the surface of still water—until the mop skidded just a little too far and knocked over the cleaning bucket.A splash of soapy water spread across the foyer.A moment later, thunder.“Idiot!”The shout echoed off the high ceilings of the Rosewell Mansion like a whip crack. Gregory flinched, already dropping to his knees, scrambling to soak the water up with his sleeves before anyone else could see it.Too late.Mr. Rosewell, tall and broad with a jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from granite, stormed into the room in his slippers.“I told you to clean quietly! Now look—look at this mess! This is imported Carrara marble! Do you even know what that is? Of course you don’t.”Gregory kept his eyes down. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”Mr. Rosewell’s voice dropped to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “It never should’ve happened.”Behind him, Gregory could hear the snickers.Here they come.Seth, the eldest son, leaned against the s
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 2: The Whisper in the Dark
Gregory didn’t dare move.He stayed crouched behind the thick curtain, heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Every breath he took felt like it might betray him.Mr. Rosewell stood by the window for a long moment, watching the darkened garden like it might offer him answers. Then, with a sigh, he turned and left the study, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind him.Silence returned, thick and suffocating.Gregory waited a full minute before slipping out from his hiding spot. His shirt rustled as he adjusted it, the hidden items pressing against his ribs—a baby photo, the hospital wristband, and the old tag with only his first name.The man he worked for—cleaned for, suffered under—was hiding something. No, not something. Everything.He knew.That phone call. Those words.“If that old man dies before he finds the boy…”That boy might be him.Gregory left the study as quietly as he had entered, his mind reeling. The corridor was dark, lit only by the pale blue glow of moonlight f
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 3: The Test of Blood
The mansion smelled different that morning.Not the usual mix of lemon cleaner and cigar smoke, but something tense, sharp—like metal in the air before a storm.Gregory descended the attic stairs as usual, already mentally preparing for the day’s insults. But today felt different. The halls were quiet. Too quiet. No laughter from the brothers. No barking orders from Mr. Rosewell.He stepped into the main foyer—and froze.Every member of the Rosewell family stood there.All five children.Mr. Rosewell in a sharp charcoal suit.And someone new.A man in his early forties. Neat, clinical, like a hospital administrator in disguise. He held a slim black briefcase and had the kind of smile that made Gregory feel like a lab rat.“Ah,” the stranger said. “You must be Gregory.”Gregory instinctively glanced at Mr. Rosewell, who offered nothing but a hard, unreadable stare.“Gregory is the housekeeper,” Mr. Rosewell said coldly. “We found something of interest last night in the attic. Some… ite
The Housekeeper’s Legacy Chapter 4: The Trap Is Set
The words from the mysterious caller echoed in Gregory’s mind as he hurried back through the dark streets:“They won’t let you live long enough to claim it.”It wasn’t paranoia if it was true. And everything about the Rosewell family—their sudden interest in DNA, their cruelty, their timing—reeked of something deeper. Something darker.He slipped into the mansion through the back, moving like a shadow. But as soon as he reached the second floor—Click.The hallway lights blazed to life.“Out past curfew?” Seth stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, flanked by his older brother, Marcus.Gregory kept walking.“Not in the mood,” he muttered.Marcus stepped in front of him. “You think just because someone’s sniffing around your past, it makes you special?”Gregory didn’t stop. “No. But it makes you nervous.”Seth's jaw clenched.Marcus grabbed Gregory’s shoulder. “You think you can talk to us like that?”Gregory turned slowly. “You’re not going to hit me. Not until you’re sure I’m
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Chapter 30: The Hunt Begins
The night had fallen over the safe house like a thick, oppressive blanket. The forest surrounding them was quiet, eerily still, as if even nature itself held its breath in anticipation. Gregory sat at the small, makeshift table, the flickering light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. The plans were laid out before him—maps, pictures, blueprints—and his mind raced as he thought of every possible way to make sure Voss wouldn’t catch them off guard again.“We move at dawn,” Gregory said, his voice cutting through the tension in the room. His eyes never left the plans. “I know where Voss is holding his most valuable assets. If we take that place out, we take him down.”Amelia nodded, already examining the maps, her mind working just as fast as Gregory’s. “It’s risky, but it’s our best shot. If we can hit their central command, we cripple their operations. They won’t be able to make their next move.”Crane, sitting in the corner with his arms crossed, watched them with a calc
Chapter 29: Hidden Truths
The safe house was a modest, nondescript building on the outskirts of the city, nestled in the dense woods that surrounded it. It wasn’t much, but it was secure. There were no windows, no signs of activity that might draw unwanted attention. It was a place to lay low, to catch their breath before moving forward.As soon as the SUV came to a stop, Mara was out the door, moving quickly to secure the perimeter. Amelia was already tending to Gregory’s injuries, but his mind wasn’t on the blood soaking his shirt or the pounding in his head. He couldn’t afford to let his body betray him now.“We’ve got a few hours before they catch up to us,” Mara said, her voice low as she made her way back into the house, a gun slung over her shoulder. “We need to figure out our next move.”Gregory nodded, but his gaze drifted to Mrs. Dillard, still unconscious on the couch. She was alive, but barely. Her chest rose and fell slowly, but the blood loss had left her pale, and he wasn’t sure if she would sur
Chapter 28: Last Stand
The world seemed to blur as Gregory stumbled forward, his side burning with every step. He could barely feel his legs as they moved mechanically, driven by pure instinct. The gunfire, the chaos, all felt distant, as though it were happening in another world.His mind flashed back to that moment when Voss had held the gun to his temple—when he’d thought it was over. It wasn’t over. Not yet. Not while there was still breath in his body.Crane was at his side, guiding him toward the exit. “We’re almost there,” Crane shouted, pushing past a cluster of Voss’s men who were scrambling to respond.Gunshots rang out, and a bullet grazed Crane’s shoulder, but he didn’t flinch. He kept pushing forward, helping Gregory stay on his feet. Behind them, the team was holding the line, keeping Voss’s men back long enough for them to escape.The warehouse was a battlefield now. Bodies and debris littered the floor, and the sound of helicopters overhead only added to the tension. Gregory’s heart pounded,
Chapter 27: The Edge of the Fall
The pain hit him like a wave, sharp and searing. Gregory gasped, clutching his side, blood soaking his shirt as he crumpled to the floor. His vision swam, every breath feeling like it might be his last.“You really thought you had a chance?” Voss's voice was cold, detached, as he towered over Gregory, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “You’re not the hero in this story. You’re the fool.”Gregory’s hand trembled as he reached for the gun holstered at his side, but his body felt heavy, sluggish. The room around him spun, his thoughts growing distant.Voss knelt down, pressing the barrel of the gun to Gregory’s temple. “I gave you a chance. But you couldn’t let go, could you? You wanted to be something you’re not.”Gregory’s heart raced. His mind was foggy, but he knew one thing—he wasn’t ready to die. Not here, not now, not with Mrs. Dillard still tied to that chair.He clenched his jaw, his vision sharpening as he forced himself to focus. He couldn’t let this be the end. Not yet.
Chapter 26: The Reckoning
The address was too close. Too easy.Gregory knew better than to trust anything that looked like a shortcut. This was no rescue; it was a setup.But Mrs. Dillard had always been more than just the woman who’d raised him. She was a connection to everything he had left in this world.He couldn’t leave her in their hands.The car’s tires screeched as they peeled out, heading toward the derelict warehouse district near the docks. The air was thick with fog and the smell of saltwater, a scent he’d once thought was calming. Now it felt like the ocean was closing in on him.Crane’s voice crackled over the comms. “We’ve got eyes on the building. It’s not empty. Two guards at the front door. Cameras everywhere.”“Let me handle it,” Amelia said. “I’ll go in first. Clear the way.”Gregory shook his head. “No. I go in. Alone.”Her gaze hardened. “I’m not letting you walk into this suicide mission.”“I’m not asking for permission. This is my fight. I’ll do it my way.”She opened her mouth to argue
Chapter 25: Smoke and Shadows
The blast left Gregory’s ears ringing.Smoke filled the safehouse like a stormcloud, choking out the light. Alarms wailed behind flashing red emergency beacons as shards of the door rained down around them.Gregory’s eyes locked on the figure in the smoke—Jasper, stepping forward like a wraith, gun raised, a smug grin slicing across his face.“I told you, Stone,” Jasper said. “Next time, no message.”Amelia lunged behind an overturned table, dragging Gregory down with her as a shot rang out and tore into the wall where he’d just stood.Crane shouted from behind his rig. “Files are 78% backed up—stall him!”“Working on it!” Gregory yelled, crawling to the corner where he kept his emergency gear.Jasper fired again, the bullet sparking against metal.“You should’ve stayed a nobody,” he snarled, advancing. “Housekeeping suited you.”Gregory yanked open the floor hatch and tossed a flashbang toward the smoke.Boom!Light and sound exploded.Jasper screamed, dropping to one knee, disorient
Chapter 24: Under Siege
The phone slipped from Gregory’s hand and hit the ground with a crack. He stood frozen, his mind racing.They had Mrs. Dillard.And Jasper was working with Voss.Again.“Crane,” Gregory barked into his earpiece, “they’re moving her. I need a satellite scan of the area. Anything that left in the last ten minutes—car, drone, carrier pigeon, I don’t care.”Crane’s voice was clipped. “Already scanning. But Gregory—this was a message. Not just to you. To us. They want us rattled.”“It’s working,” Amelia muttered, pacing beside him. “We walked into that like amateurs.”Gregory ignored the sting of truth. “Then it’s time to stop reacting and start fighting.”Amelia narrowed her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”Back at the safehouse, Crane had the floor.He spun his laptop toward them, displaying a maze of files and blueprints.“This is Operation Ashbone,” he said. “The full file. Gregory, you pulled more than just a confession from that vault. You pulled Voss’s entire playbook.”Gregory lea
Chapter 23: Baited
The paper crumpled in Gregory’s fist as a sick weight settled in his chest.“Where is she?” he muttered, scanning the room like he might spot a clue in the shadows.Amelia checked the hallway, her hand hovering near the concealed taser at her belt. “No staff, no patients. This whole wing’s empty.”Gregory’s eyes locked on the surveillance camera above the door—its red light blinking.“Crane,” he said into his earpiece, “we need a trace on the retirement home’s security feed, now.”The line crackled.Then Crane’s voice came back tight. “Already on
Chapter 22: The Kill Switch
The room was so quiet, the hum of the laptop fan sounded like a turbine.Gregory’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. Voss’s face—years younger—flickered in the video. He wasn’t just confessing. He was documenting. Each word weighed with cold precision.“I didn’t intend to steal the company. Not at first. But Marcus was weak. He lacked ambition. So I gave him direction—fed him power, then used him to seize control.”“Richard Caldwell was too noble. Too soft. I needed the empire, not the man. So I made sure he lost everything—his board seat, his name, even his son.”
