Hannah stepped out of the car, the crunch of Leaves underfoot adding to the feeling of seclusion and isolation. She led the way to the door of the villa.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door swung open after three knocks, revealing a man in a dark suit. Recognizing Hannah, Caleb said without preamble, “Miss Moore, our boss has been expecting you.”
Hannah entered the living room and saw Bryson standing there, his expression inscrutable. She cocked her head to one side and asked, “Where is she?”
Bryson rose from his seat and gestured for Caleb to lead the way his voice emotionless. “She’s in the room at the end of the hall.”
As the door swung open, Hannah’s eyes were drawn to a figure huddled on the bed, hands and feet bound tightly. The woman’s head was down, her long hair obscuring her face.
Maryam’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Hannah, but her expression quickly shifted to a smile. “Hannah, it’s been ages!”
Hannah’s eyes scanned the woman, taking in every detail. She looked exactly like her. Hannah stood there without a word, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
As silence stretched on, Maryam turned to Bryson. “Mr. Mitchell, I can’t possibly run away from here. There’s no need to tie me up Like this.”
Bryson’s eyes narrowed, his expression stony. He turned to Hannah, his voice hard. “She said she knows too much about us,” he said, his eyes never leaving Hannah’s face.
“Yes, I do know.” Maryam’s smile seemed to suggest that she knew exactly what was weighing on Hannah’s mind. “I know everything, including what happened to our mother,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
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Hannah’s footsteps echoed in the silence as she strode towards Maryam, her face hard with rage. She bent down until they were at eye level, her hand curling around Maryam’s jaw with a steely grip. Her eyes blazed like daggers, boring into Maryam’s.
“You’re lying. I’m an only child. I don’t have a sister. I know my family history better than you do.”
Maryam was forced to look up at Hannah, who still towered over her.
Despite the situation, her lips still curled into a sly smile. “You can’t deny that we look similar. There must be some connection between us.”
“Oh, really?”
Hannah’s laugh was sharp and cold, cutting through the silence like a knife. “We can draw her blood and do a paternity test. If she really is my sister, I’ll take her in. But if she’s not…”
Her eyes were blazing, her mouth twisted into a cruel sneer. She paused for a moment, letting the silence hang heavy in the air.
Finally, she spat out the words, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. “I’ll kill you!”
As her composure crumbled, Maryam’s face paled. For a moment, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, her eyes wide with fear.
“Wouldn’t you like to know what really happened to mother?”
“You have no right to call her your mother! You have no right!”
Fury pulsed through her veins, and she raised her gun to press the barrel against Maryam’s forehead. “Tell me the truth! Who are you, really? If you don’t speak, I’ll pull the trigger now!”
Winston and Dotson stood frozen in horror, too scared to intervene as Hannah’s anger boiled over.