Eleanor's POV

A place full of memories and whispered secrets, the air smelled strongly of ancient books and wood. I recall it well, every word resonating love and expectation as my grandfather's voice enveloped me like a cozy blanket.

"Eleanor," he said, compassionately and knowledgeably gleaming eyes. "Our family launched this company with tears, blood, and sweat. Not simply a business, but also our legacy and our identity. You ought to vow me something.

Perched cross-leg on his study desk, I looked up at him in astonishment. "Anything, Grandpa," advised

He stepped in closer, the faint creases of aging showing on his face, yet his fire never . "You are picking up this legacy when the time comes. You have to protect it, elevate it, and never allow it to find improper hands. It is not only about business but also of who we are. You grasp?

"I promise," I said, a steely will growing inside me. "I will make you proud." I refuse to let you down.

He smiled, the kind of expression with a thousand hidden messages that mixed hope with an unshakeable faith in my ability. "I genuinely believe in you, Ellie. Always have, always will.

Feeling warmth radiating from his hand, I gripped it. "I love you, Grandpa," declared.

" I love you too, darling." Remember, legacy is more about our life than it is about what we leave behind.

Perched on the edge of my bed, the memories spun in my head like autumn leaves caught in a whirl-around air. Tears pouring down my cheeks, I held the image of my grandfather, his soft smile locked in posterity. Grieving directly on my heart, I said, "I miss you, Grandpa."

Lily, my younger sister, leaned her head in as the door opened. Her big blue eyes grew concerned as she studied my tear-drenched face. Eleanor asked? Why are you crying right now?

I blotted quickly at my eyes, tried a smile that came short of truly touching my heart. Oh, it is not at all. Only memories here.

She muttered, "Don't lie to me," and walked into the room closing the door behind her. It cannot be buried. What is happening here?

I hesitated; my pulse was racing. I simply miss Grandpa, okay? How would I characterize the distance Grandpa passing had opened inside me? I hummed while shaking in voice.

Lily hurried to be at my side and gave me a firm hug. "Me too," she responded, her own voice choking with feeling. "He loved us very much. That he is gone is unfair.

Appreciative of her company, I sank into her grip. "He handed the family legacy to me," I said, just above a whisper. "He believed in me; today I feel like I'm disappointing him."

Lily turned back, staring in my eyes. Nobody you are letting down is disappointed. Ellie, all of us are still here. You just have to keep moving forward. Grandpa would be against your crying like this.

But everything is falling apart, I murmured, feeling the weight of obligation crushing me. "Mom and Dad are particularly fixated on Lily's wedding; the company is under crisis. They have spent our money on a man who is absolutely useless!

Lily wriggled, her eyebrows tightening together. "What do you imply?" Daniel looked at me. He should be—'

A billionaire? Exactly? noteworthy? I halted, boiling over with annoyance. Lily, he is not at all those things. He is a hoax artist, hence we will lose everything.

Lily's eyes widened, shock shown on her face. Definitely not! You are not very honest.

My voice dropping to a whisper, I said, "I wish I wasn't." I came into the banking records. They plundered our accounts to cover this wedding; we have nothing since Daniel vanished.

Lily stared at me, shock transforming her face. "But Mom and Dad... they think he will rescue us. This seems to be a wise investment.

"Their dreams have blinded them, Lily," I murmured, feeling the annoyance rising inside me. "They cannot recognize the truth. We also find ourselves entangled in this conundrum presently.

Lily was shedding tears of  nature. "What are we expected to do?"

I drew deeply, hardening myself against the whirl of emotions. "We have to work out; I am not sure yet. I refuse to allow a lie to destroy the legacy of our family.

The door opened out of nowhere, and our mother rushed in, horror blanked on her face. ! Lily! We have to speak. Something has changed working with Daniel.

Looking worriedly at Lily, my heart leaped. "What do you mean?"

Mom remarked, her voice wavering: "He's missing." We tried to get in touch, but he was nowhere to be found. His company doesn't exist, hence the cops... cannot help us.

"See!," remarked Heart racing, I turned to face Lily. I told you!

Mom shook her head, suffering playing across her eyes. "We have to move fast; this is a disaster. How we might recover from this is yet uncertain.

"What should we be doing?" I asked, my voice steady among the turmoil roaring about us.

Help me to choose what to say to your father. He thinks everything is good; I cannot explain the reality.

Mom's words lingered in the air as we sank into silence. The truth of our situation hit me: I was supposed to be the one rescuing our family from disaster. She was almost on it. My granddad's promise shone brilliantly in my thoughts.

I said, "I'll take care of it," resolving flooding over my voice. "We cannot allow this to depress us. Grandpa saw me; I won't let him down.

Mom's face softened, hope flickering in her eyes. Ellie, we will sort this out together.

But before I could respond, a major downstairs crash sent us all running. "What was that?" Lily sobbed, her eyes gone wide with fear.

"Stay here!!!" Adrenaline surging through my veins, I ordered and then shot for the door.

Mom gripped my arm more firmly. Eleanor, then! Hold off. We should give the police a call!

I shook her off, my instincts screaming to probe. No time. I had to find out what was going on.

Heart throbbing in my chest, I went down the steps. Every step seemed hefty, the air tight. Arriving in the living room, I paused. A man shadow-covered loomed menacingly in the midst of our dwelling, sending chills down my spine.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling yet steady.

The figure turned slowly, and my breath grabbed in my throat like a tidal wave of identification. Seeing Damon Blackwood, the infamous businessman with a dreadful past and cruel techniques once more never would have seemed possible. A horrific reminder of all I wanted to leave behind, he was a ghost from a world I felt I could ignore.

"I came for answers, Eleanor," he said, his voice low and gravelly, every syllable slinking with danger. And you seem to hold the key.

Tension filled the room, and when I turned to face him, panic mixed with inquiry. This was not the way I had anticipated my day would proceed. The barriers of my life were collapsing around me, and now the very definition of danger had arrived right through my door.

Anues, then? relating what? Try to keep your voice steady, I advised, but the tremor betrayed me.

"About Daniel," Damon whispered, eyes closing. And going forward, what are you hoping to accomplish?

The more the stakes rose, I found myself caught between the past I loved and the approaching disaster ready to devour my family. The mood was clearly tense, and as Damon got closer I knew I could be about to decide something that might alter everything. Would I give anything up to uncover the truth behind the man who had already caused so much disturbance in our lives? Could I match someone so lethal?

Just then the power wavered and the lights darkened. Shadows swirled menacingly around us, and as I stared into Damon's sharp eyes, I realized I was not only defending the tradition of my family but also playing a dangerous game whereby every decision would mean either life or death.