The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 225

Adelaide’s POV

I arrived at Victor’s house in the early morning hours. Since I’d alerted him of my commg arrival, it didn’t startle me that he opened the door himself and dragged me inside, likely not wanting any of the servants to see me, or the children, Jessica and Hannah.

“Your impatience is going to be our undoing,” Victor snapped at me. He was cold and harsh, as I expected from him. I had long ago stopped thinking of him as a father figure.

“It was necessary,” I told him. “Vanessa had been closing in on me. I needed to reclaim the upper hand.”

“Have you done that? Because it looks to me as if you are on the run, and she’s the one with the glory.”

“Relax. I’m not on the run, though I do need to lay low for a time. Our money and contacts still go far enough around here. I was let go without much trouble.”

“Maybe so, but you’ve certainly tested them. Is it my understanding that you left Vanessa alive? You truly thinking that won’t come back to bite you?”

I blanched. I hadn’t intended for Vanessa to live, but unfortunately, good help was so hard to come by these days. I should have handled things on my own. If I had, Vanessa would be six feet deep by now, and I would be safely out of country right now, with little Ava as my ward.

This was not a mistake I was going to make a second time.

Though I knew things would have to be different now. After such a close call with death, Vanessa was going to be more physically protected now. If I wanted to bring Vanessa down, to make certain that she wouldn’t be a threat to me anymore, then I had to find a different way to get to her.

Which was the biggest reason I had come here, to this house, rather than to depend on other contacts.

This house was big enough that Victor never gave much thought to the usage of some of the rooms. After Vanessa had moved out, he hadn’t touched her room other than to just keep the door closed. This wasn’t out of a sense of preservation or nostalgia in any way. For Victor, it was entirely indifference.

“You said Vanessa’s room is the same,” I said, prompting.

“This way,” Victor said. “Though I have no idea what you hope to find there.”

“Something. Anything that could help me take her down.”

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Victor shrugged and led the way to a hallway filled with bedrooms. We moved quietly past the girls‘ rooms, not wanting to alert them to our purpose, before reaching a closed door at the end of the hallway.

Grabbed the doorknob, Victor pushed open the door and then stepped aside for me to enter.

The room had only a light layer of dust, indicating that the maid must have come in every few months at least to clean up, though it had clearly been a while.

The room itself seemed like that of a typical teenager. A bed littered with stuffed animals. A shelf of trophies and awards. A bare desk. A corkboard covered in photos of beach pictures and Vanessa with friends.

Oddly, though Vanessa was still alive, the room felt something like a tomb. Perhaps it was more a sense of lost, a shrine to childhood that was gone.

For some reason, my eye was drawn to the pictures.

“I don’t know what you hope to find,” Victor said. “I read through all her diaries years ago. It was all teenage drivel. Nothing of

use there.”

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