Fate's Dark Side Chapter 169

Some had dried tears on them. Meaning Jenny wept while she read some. I wondered about the kind of life Jenny was living.

I put down the letters and picked up Volkov's file again.

"She kept a journal, Sylvester," Tamia said, and I looked at her and saw a book in her hand.

Just then, the rest of our team walked into the office.

"Sylvester, Jenny was screwing our fathers," Marcel said, and I looked at him.

He showed me a black-and-white picture of Jenny tied and Marcel's father, Lucas, and my father having their way with her.

We did not need to guess who was behind the camera. It was definitely Theodore's father.

I wondered about the kind of sick life our parents were living.

I turned the picture and saw a scribble.

"To Maurice, thank you for letting us share your woman this once; it was an awesome experience. You are one lucky man to have someone like her. Hope you are open to sharing again. We looked good together," It read, and both Theodore and Maurice's father signed it. Gavin and Lucas.

I bowed my head in shame because there were times the three of us shared women like this, but it seemed Jenny belonged to my father, who let them have her once. I dumped the picture, and Tamia picked it up. Avery and Linda joined her in studying it.

I continued to flip through the documents in my hand.

"Sylvester," Tamia said softly, and I looked at her.

"Jenny was in pain in this picture. I think she was being taken against her will," She said, and I did not care, but it must be a clue to what had happened.

I collected the picture from her, and indeed Jenny was not happy. Why did my father do this to her? I guess I will have to let Tamia study her journal.

I found a letter addressed to my mother, and it read.

"Stephanie, I know you set Maurice up in the south. You didn't have to do it. You have ruined a lot of lives. I know he hurt you, but why will you do this to him? I had apologised to you for sleeping with him; I even helped you make sure David did not ascend your family seat on the council. Why couldn't you let it go, Stephanie? I hope you will have the courage to tell your sons that you set their father up and had him killed in the south," She said. The letter looked written in haste as if the writer was experiencing anger and sorrow at the same time.

I quickly checked to see if my mother had replied to her, and she did.

"How dare you insinuate such nonsense? I would have killed you if I had planned to have him killed. I am not angry about you grieving the death of your lover and lord, but don't you dare try to pin it on me or bring my sons into the conversation. As for this bastard, David, that you manipulated his position, do not say you did it for me. Vino is your brother's son, and you love him dearly. You did it for the sake of the Lawrence family. Let this be the last time you will try to accuse me." It read, and I was relieved because I was scared that my mother had set my father up. It was plausible thinking about all he did to her.

While I searched the document, I wondered what happened to Jenny's child with my father.

I did not know if it was a boy or a girl, but the baby had somehow disappeared. Did it somehow die? I guess I will have to lean on the journal to explain it.

I returned to the cabinet, and the remaining files were duty files, but I planned on taking everything with me to study them.

Jenny was a can of worms, and it was apparent she was the target of the attack at my house in Lucland.

Maybe the same person who sent her the anonymous threat letters might have been the one who decided to finish her off, or someone she might have angered.

I did not understand why they did it in my mother's house and injured my mother too.

I also realised it was odd that Jenny was in my mother's house, seeing the amount of bad blood between them.