Chapter 9 - THE NIGHT THE HARRINGTON EMPIRE BURNED
Christopher read the message once.
Then again.
“No.”
Madeline looked at him.
“He has Abigail.”
“No one goes alone.”
“He said—”
“I know what he said.”
Security teams flooded the darkened hallways.
The estate’s emergency power had been sabotaged.
Two guards were injured but alive.
A rear service entrance had been breached.
Abigail was gone.
Christopher’s head of security, Adrian Cole, arrived with tactical maps.
“The river dock is half a mile through the woods.”
Christopher pointed.
“There’s an old boathouse.”
Adrian nodded.
“Cameras?”
“Bradley knows them.”
“Then we assume he disabled them.”
Madeline’s phone rang.
Bradley.
She answered.
“Put Abigail on.”
Bradley laughed.
“You’re becoming difficult.”
“Put her on.”
A rustle.
Then Abigail’s voice.
“Madeline, do not come here.”
Bradley struck something.
Abigail cried out.
Christopher grabbed the phone.
“I’ll come.”
Bradley became quiet.
“Cousin.”
“What do you want?”
“What I always wanted.”
“The company?”
“Control.”
“You lost it.”
“Not yet.”
Christopher looked at Madeline.
“Name your terms.”
“Bring the original trust amendment.”
Christopher’s jaw tightened.
“And?”
“And the signed stock transfer.”
“The forged one?”
“The one you’re going to validate.”
Christopher understood.
Bradley wanted him to sign an acknowledgment claiming the transfer was legitimate.
He could still challenge the amendment through litigation.
Create uncertainty.
Freeze ownership.
Move money.
Buy time.
Christopher said, “Release Abigail first.”
“No.”
“Then no deal.”
Bradley laughed.
“You’ll come.”
The call ended.
Madeline grabbed Christopher’s arm.
“You can barely walk.”
“I can walk enough.”
“You are not going down there alone.”
“Neither are you.”
Adrian interrupted.
“We can position teams through the woods.”
Christopher shook his head.
“Bradley knows the property.”
“So do I.”
Everyone turned.
Daniel Carter stood in the doorway.
His injured arm was still in a sling.
Madeline frowned.
“You’re supposed to be at the hospital.”
“I worked on the old retaining wall near that boathouse twenty years ago.”
Christopher stared.
“There’s a storm drain.”
Daniel nodded.
“Runs under the west foundation.”
Adrian opened a map.
“Can someone fit through?”
“Barely.”
Madeline knew immediately.
“No.”
Christopher looked at her.
“No.”
She folded her arms.
“Apparently everyone in this family thinks that word works on me.”
“You are not crawling through a storm drain toward an armed man.”
“I’m smaller than every security officer here.”
Daniel whispered, “She’ll fit.”
Christopher looked ready to kill him.
Daniel continued.
“I’ll go with her as far as the junction.”
“You have a bullet wound.”
“I also owe both of you.”
Madeline studied her father.
Then nodded.
The plan was reckless.
Which was exactly why Bradley would not expect it.
Christopher approached the boathouse openly carrying the trust documents.
Adrian positioned security teams in the woods.
Madeline and Daniel entered the drainage tunnel from a ravine eighty yards west.
The tunnel smelled like mud, rust, and river water.
Daniel struggled with one arm.
Madeline crawled ahead.
At the junction he stopped.
“You go up there.”
He pointed toward an ancient maintenance grate.
“Storage room should be above.”
Madeline turned.
“Dad.”
He looked at her.
For once, there was no excuse in his face.
No request.
Only regret.
“I loved your mother.”
“I know.”
“I failed her.”
“Yes.”
“I failed you.”
Madeline swallowed.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying not to be that man anymore.”
Her eyes burned.
“Start by staying alive.”
Daniel smiled faintly.
“That sounds like your mother.”
Madeline climbed.
Inside the boathouse, Bradley had tied Abigail to a chair beside the river doors.
Christopher stood ten feet away.
Bradley held a gun.
“You look better,” Bradley said.
“You look desperate.”
“Still arrogant.”
“Still a thief.”
Bradley smiled.
“You really think this was about money?”
“It usually is with mediocre men.”
Bradley’s face tightened.
Christopher had found the nerve.
Good.
Madeline slipped from the storage room.
Abigail saw her.
Her eyes widened.
Madeline lifted one finger to her lips.
Bradley paced.
“You always had everything.”
Christopher said nothing.
“Grandfather loved you. Abigail protected you. The board listened to you.”
“You had one hundred million dollars.”
“I had your leftovers.”
Christopher almost laughed.
“You tried to kill me because you felt second place?”
“I tried to take what should have been mine.”
“By murdering my father?”
Bradley’s expression changed.
“I didn’t kill Edward.”
“Lowell says your father did.”
“My father wanted him sick. Lowell made the mistake.”
“And you learned nothing.”
“I learned mistakes only matter when people survive to describe them.”
Madeline’s blood chilled.
Christopher kept him talking.
“What about Claire Carter?”
Bradley smiled.
“Your bride’s mother?”
Abigail looked at him with disgust.
“What did you do to her?” Christopher asked.
“Nothing.”
“Then why threaten Daniel?”
“Because Claire had documents.”
Madeline crept closer to Abigail.
Bradley continued.
“She thought she was some crusader. She gave copies to Edward. After he died, she became frightened.”
“Did you kill her?”
“No.”
For once, Bradley sounded genuinely irritated.
“She had cancer. I simply waited.”
Madeline stopped moving.
Her mother had not been murdered.
The relief was strange and painful.
Bradley said, “Daniel gave me the laptop. That was enough.”
Christopher’s gaze shifted almost imperceptibly toward Madeline.
He had seen her.
Bradley did not.
“Sign the acknowledgment,” Bradley ordered.
Christopher looked down at the document.
“No.”
Bradley aimed the gun at Abigail.
Christopher signed.
Madeline’s heart dropped.
Then Christopher said, “You forgot one thing.”
Bradley frowned.
“What?”
“My signature changed after the accident.”
Bradley stared.
Christopher smiled.
“You just made me sign something under duress using a signature that no longer matches my legal specimen.”
Bradley’s face twisted.
“You son of a—”
Madeline moved.
She cut Abigail’s wrist restraint with the small knife Daniel had given her.
Bradley heard the scrape.
He spun.
“Madeline!”
Christopher lunged.
The gun fired.
Abigail screamed.
Christopher hit Bradley.
Both men crashed onto the wooden floor.
The pistol slid toward the river doors.
Madeline kicked it away.
Bradley punched Christopher across the face.
Christopher fell.
Months of muscle loss betrayed him.
Bradley climbed on top of him.
“You should have stayed asleep.”
Madeline grabbed a boat hook and swung.
It struck Bradley’s shoulder.
He turned.
Christopher drove his fist into Bradley’s jaw.
Security teams stormed the building.
Bradley ran.
Not toward the woods.
Toward the dock.
He jumped into a speedboat.
The engine roared.
Daniel emerged from behind the boathouse.
Bradley saw him.
The boat accelerated straight toward the old service dock where Daniel stood.
“DAD!”
Madeline screamed.
Daniel dove aside.
The boat struck the dock supports.
Wood exploded.
Bradley lost control.
The speedboat slammed into the river wall.
Police boats converged from downstream.
Within minutes Bradley Harrington was dragged from the water in handcuffs.
Alive.
Furious.
Finished.
Madeline ran to Christopher.
Blood covered his lip.
“Are you hurt?”
“My dignity.”
She laughed through tears.
Then kissed him.
It happened before either of them planned it.
Before the police.
Before Abigail.
Before security.
Madeline caught his face and kissed the man she had been forced to marry.
Christopher froze.
Then kissed her back.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like someone waking a second time.
When they finally separated, Abigail cleared her throat.
Madeline blushed.
Christopher smiled.
Then the smile faded.
“What?”
Madeline asked.
Christopher looked at her.
“Tomorrow.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“We annul the marriage.”
Her heart stopped.
“What?”
Christopher’s voice was quiet.
“You deserve a marriage you choose.”
Madeline stared at him.
He touched her cheek.
“I won’t keep you because someone else made vows for me.”
The words were kind.
They were right.
And somehow they hurt more than everything Bradley had done.
Because Madeline suddenly realized she no longer wanted freedom from Christopher.
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And she had no idea whether he understood that.
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