The Dark Side Of Fate by Karima Sa'ad Usman novel Chapter 138

~Tamia~

The moment we stepped outside, I exhaled.

"What would you like to speak to me about, Tamia?" he asked gently, and I looked at him.

"First of all, I want to congratulate you. I heard of you and Susan, and I am happy for both of you," I said; he nodded and looked away.

"I heard a rumour that I want to confirm with you, Devin, and I need you to be honest with me.

To start with, I know you did not face Sylvester during the legendary war. I know it was Dominic, but I have kept your secret. I am telling you this so you know you can trust me," I said, and he chuckled.

"I knew you figured it out. There was no way you would be close to Volkov and not know that fact," he said, and I smiled.

"What do you want to ask me?" He asked, and I sighed.

"It is about your encounter with Lord Maurice Volkov," I said, and his expression became serious.

"Nothing serious, Devin. Nothing bad; I just want to clarify, please," I said, and he nodded reluctantly.

"I do not want trouble. The Volkovs and I have buried the hatchet. Do not resurrect an old issue, Tamia," he warned me, and I nodded.

"I do not intend on doing that, Devin. I just want to know the truth about something. Please, I hope it is not too much to ask," I said to him, and he sighed.

"Very well, I am listening, Tamia," He said, and I nodded.

"I heard you got a tip from an anonymous person in the form of a letter telling you where Maurice Volkov would be and his reasons in Pridewood," I started.

"According to this rumour, the person gave details of his Alias and his purpose there," I said, and he frowned at me.

"Where did you hear that from?" he asked me, and I nodded.

"Late Jenny," I said, and he balled his fist.

"What was her gain with that magnitude of lies? I did receive a letter like that, but I ignored it. I did not attack Maurice because of the letter. Jenny is full of shit. I have kept what happened that day in my heart, and I do not want to speak of it," he said, and I frowned at him.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Nothing, Tamia, just ignore those rumours. It is a lie," he said, wanting to walk away, but I held his hand and stopped him.

"Please, Devin, I need to know what happened that night," I said with desperation, and he frowned at me.

"What is it to you? How does this affect you?" He said defensively, and I did not know what to say.

"You need to tell me why you want to know what happened badly, or else my lips are sealed, Tamia; you do not expect me to divulge anything to you while you hold back.

These are things on which my reputation was built. You do not expect me to just let tell you. At least tell me why you want to know," he said, and I looked at him.

"Will you tell me if I tell you?" I asked him, wanting a genuine answer.

"If you promise to keep my secret, I will," He said, and that wasn't good enough, especially if I needed him to come forward for Stephanie's sake.

"What if someone's life is on the line for it? Would you speak up?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"I can't destroy my reputation for anyone," he said, and I pleaded with him. I did not know tears were streaming down my cheeks until I felt the coolness.

I was terrified for Stephanie and Sylvester. I did not want Sylvester to be in a situation where he would have to condemn his mother. The blackmailer was sick.

"Tamia," Devin said, suddenly worried because of my tears.

"Are you in trouble because of it?" he asked me gently, and I shook my head.

"No, Devin, I am not, but someone dear to me other than Sylvester is," I told him, and he frowned at me.

"Stephanie is being blackmailed; they claim that the letter was written by her and caused Maurice's death. They said she sent it to you. She is the only parent figure in my life; everyone knows I have been an orphan for a long time. I do not want anything bad to happen to her. She has been through a lot. Devin, please. If there is anything you can tell me that would not make that letter admissible, if a hearing should occur would be kind.

I will be forever indebted to you. Please, Devin, I am begging you," I said, beginning to weep because I was out of creative ideas.

"Does your mate know about this?" He asked me, and I shook my head.

"He has a lot to deal with already," I lied, and he sighed

"Tamia. I have had this reputation for years," he said, and I nodded.

"Please, Devin, I believe you will be known for greater things. With all that is happening now, you will be known for greater things.

Please, I need your help to help Stephanie.

If we can't prove otherwise, she will die.

They will try her for treason and sentence her to death.

I know you are a good man, Devin, and you will not want something like that on your conscience.

It is okay to maintain your story if it is not hurting anyone, but if a life is hanging in the balance, then you know the right thing to do. Please," I said, and he sighed.

"Was she the one that wrote the letter?" He asked, and there was no point lying.

"Yes, she wrote the letter," I said.

"Why?" he asked me, and I knew I had to be careful.

"He murdered her entire family, made her serve this fated, took her family's seat from her and tried to gift it to his son. The abuse was intense, and she just wanted to breathe," I said, and his eyes faltered.

"He did all that?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Much worse than that, but that is all I can say," I told him, and he nodded.

"I did not like Sylvester. I always believed he was overprivileged, but my time with him made me realise I was wrong. He isn't over-privileged. If anything, he had it worse.