Fate's Dark Side Chapter 167

He was the only person that was related to her and hers alone. I could not speak because being alone was the worst thing ever.

She looked at me and smiled, and I plastered a smile on my face.

I looked into her green eyes; although she had been through horrible things, she still found a reason to smile and dared to open up to love and be loved.

I knew then that breaking her heart would be an unforgivable sin.

I vowed to ensure she would never regret loving me. I will try to be everything so she will never feel alone or feel like she is lacking.

"We are in," She said and stood up, snapping me out of my deep thought, and I smiled.

We walked into the hallway, and it was dark, but my vision was better than most wolves.

Borrowing Knight's eyes, I could see clearly and found the light switch, which I turned on. There was a door down the hall; I suspected it was either the master bedroom or her office.

There were three doors in the corridor, and I moved to open them all. They were not locked, and I discovered they were rooms, leaving the door I had my eyes on from the onset, the one at the end of the corridor.

Tamia tried the lock, and it was locked. She smiled at me and squatted to do her magic.

She opened the door, and it was Jenny's office.

Something peculiar about the office was that the window was covered with silver shields. She was trying to keep someone, or people out.

We began to search through her desk.

I saw a cabinet and reached for it.

There were many files in the cabinet, and I went through them and saw one labelled David Pavlishchev and the Volkovs.

I had always known she had a knack for keeping records, but this was a bit extreme.

I took it out, and it was just pictures of a man that looked very much like Dominic, but he had the legendary blonde hair that westerners have.

I flipped through the files, saw photocopies of handwritten letters, and realised Jenny had photocopied the letters she had mailed and received.

The older generation stuck to the letter system and is still yet to change it.

They claimed it was imperative that the receiver knows the sender that sent it, hence why the handwriting is unique to everyone. The letter carried the sender's scent and seal.

I could see a black and white photocopied image of the Babanin's seal on the paper indicating she or a Babanin wrote it.

I took out the file and went through it.

The dates were distinct. A letter to my mother caught my eye, so I read that first.

"Dear Stephanie, I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to you as your friend and a council member. I want to give you a heads up on your husband's wishes before he leaves for pilgrimage. He requested that your ancestral seat on the council be given to his son, David. I know you have requested the Balyaev seat be given to Dominic, but this will not be so as the lord himself has given it to his son. Because you are his wife and the rightful heir to the seat, he can also give it out as he owns the seat by marriage. The Balyaevs are the original head of the council before Lawrence. It means David will head the council while Sylvester will be lord. I am giving you a heads-up so you will not be surprised when it happens.

Yours faithfully, Jenny Lawrence Babanin." It read, and I was shocked at the discovery. Why would my father insult my mother this way? There were so many letters to be read, and I was motivated to go through them all.