The Diary Keeper ["The Dark Legacies" Series]

Chapter 16: Parsing the last will

The following day was an absolute surprise.

The case with the mansion is still not closed, and the lawyers are investigating it thoroughly. Furthermore, a new detail emerged unexpectedly: Amos' testament... turned to be a fake.

Yes, yes. But that isn't the most interesting thing,there's even much more. First of all, who is supposed to be an heir? Where is the real testament? Does it exist at all? Why did someone forged the document in my favour? All this case is suspicious.

As the lawyers delved deeper into their findings, my mind swirled with a whirlwind of questions. Who would go to such lengths to create a false testament? And why me? What was it about this mansion, this mysterious place, that someone desired so fervently for me to inherit? It all seemed too orchestrated, too deliberate, and a chilling thought crept into my mind - perhaps someone wanted to ensnare me, to manipulate me for their own nefarious purposes. Maybe, it's just a bad joke.

I exchanged glances with the lawyers, their expressions mirroring my own confusion and concern. They assured me that they would continue their investigation, leaving no stone unturned in their search for the truth. But the looming uncertainty hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over everything I thought I knew.

As I left the lawyer's office, my thoughts raced with a sense of urgency. I knew I couldn't face this alone, that I needed to unravel the secrets that surrounded me, to discover the identity of the puppeteer pulling the strings. But I also understood the dangers that lay ahead, the potential traps and snares awaiting me in the dark corners of this enigmatic journey.

As I looked back at the sprawling mansion, its windows shrouded in mystery, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, that every move I made was being scrutinized.

But I refused to be a pawn in someone else's game. I would delve deeper into the secrets that Ravenwood held, unearthing the truth even if it meant facing my own fears and confronting the darkness that lurked within its walls. I would not be deceived, and I would not allow myself to be ensnared by the machinations of others.

This day is definitely mad. My entire life is definitely mad now...

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I sat in front of my laptop, fingers poised above the keyboard, anticipation coursing through my veins. The name "Agatha Lockwood" stared back at me from the screen, a beacon of hope in my search for answers. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and trepidation as I clicked on the phone directory entry, hoping beyond hope that Agatha was still among the living.

She will help me. She will definitely know something significant. I truly believe in this.

The cursor blinked expectantly in the search bar, as if urging me to take the next step. With a deep breath, I typed in the name and hit enter, my eyes fixed on the screen as the search results loaded. Seconds felt like an eternity as the page refreshed, revealing a list of names, addresses, and phone numbers.

And there it was, amidst the sea of information, a phone number listed next to Agatha Lockwood's name. A surge of relief washed over me as I jotted down the digits, grateful that she hadn't vanished into the realms of the unknown. She was still out there, a potential source of knowledge and perhaps the missing puzzle piece I needed to unlock the secrets of Di Flores Manor.

I picked up my phone, fingers trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. My mind raced with a multitude of questions. Would Agatha answer? Would she be willing to share her insights about the mansion, its occupants, and the mysteries that had plagued my thoughts? I couldn't deny the flicker of doubt that danced at the back of my mind, wondering if I was reaching too far, hoping for answers that may never come.