Protector

Shadowed Legacy

As I stood at the window of our penthouse apartment, the glittering lights of Manhattan spread out before me like a sea of stars. It was a view that had always filled me with a sense of pride and privilege, a reminder of the power and influence of the Reynolds family.

But tonight, there was a darkness lurking beneath the surface, a shadow that threatened to consume everything I held dear.

I turned away from the window, my heart heavy with dread as I made my way to the living room where my father sat, his expression grim and troubled.

"Is everything alright, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

My father sighed heavily, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. "No, sweetheart, everything is not alright," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I've gotten us into some... difficult business dealings, and now we're in trouble."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, a sinking feeling of foreboding settling over me like a shroud. My father had always been secretive about his business affairs, but I had never imagined that they could lead to danger of this magnitude.

"What kind of trouble?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

My father hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor as if he couldn't bear to meet my eyes. "I made a deal with the wrong people," he admitted finally. "And now they're coming after us."

A cold fear gripped my heart as I realized the gravity of the situation. Whoever these people were, they were not to be trifled with. And now, because of my father's mistakes, our lives were in danger.

"What are we going to do?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

My father's jaw clenched with determination as he looked up at me, his eyes shining with resolve. "We're going to get you out of the city," he said firmly. "I've hired a bodyguard to protect you. He'll take you somewhere safe until I can sort this mess out."

I felt a surge of protest rise up within me at the thought of being whisked away like some damsel in distress. "I don't need a bodyguard, Dad," I insisted, my voice rising in frustration. "I can take care of myself."

But my father shook his head, his expression grave. "Not this time, sweetheart," he said softly. "This time, you need to trust me."

And with those words, the fate of my future was sealed, bound to the mysterious stranger who would become my protector, my confidant, and perhaps, against all odds, my salvation.

I hope you guys really love this book 🩵 it's definitely going to be a long one. This whole story came alive from a dream I had!