Marked By The Alpha's Cursed Blue Moon
Chapter 54. A House No Longer Home

Chapter 54: 54. A House No Longer Home

Maria was still seated on the bed in her room, her thoughts spiraling as emotions swirled within her.

It’s been almost three years, and I haven’t stepped foot into my parents’ house since they died... I think today is the day, she finally resolved.

Without another moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the room.

As she stepped into the compound, one of the guards noticed her in a hurry.

"Miss Maria, where are you heading to?" he asked with concern.

"I forgot something at school," she replied quickly, trying not to sound suspicious. "I need to pick it up as fast as possible."

"Why don’t you go with the driver instead?" the guard suggested.

Maria shook her head. "No, I don’t want to stress him. He’s been on the road all day. I’ll take public transport. I won’t stay long."

The guard still looked unsure but eventually nodded. "Alright then. Please be careful."

Without wasting time, Maria made her way to the general bus stop and boarded a cab that took her straight to her parents’ house.

As she stepped out of the cab, her expression changed. Silence clung to her lips. Her eyes filled with tears as she gazed at the building from a distance. Memories flooded her mind—echoes of laughter, games, and joy.

She hesitated, a part of her wanting to turn back.

But no—she had come this far.

Maria took a deep breath and walked toward the gate. As she approached, she noticed human movement inside the compound. Something didn’t feel right.

She knocked, expecting to see the familiar face of the old guard. Instead, a tall, light-skinned man in a new uniform opened the gate, smiling politely.

"Good afternoon, miss. How may I assist you?" he asked warmly.

Maria stood frozen for several seconds, words failing her. Her heart pounded as confusion took over.

The man gently tapped her shoulder. "Miss, are you okay?"

Snapping out of her daze, she offered a strained smile. "I... I came to check this house."

The guard tilted his head, clearly puzzled. "Sorry, miss. Do you have an appointment with my boss, Mr. Frederick?"

"Mr. Frederick? Who’s that?" Maria asked, visibly confused.

"He’s the owner of this house. And you are?" the guard asked, suddenly more cautious.

"I’m Maria Jackson. My parents owned this house. We lived here before they died. I haven’t been here in almost three years. I just summoned the courage to visit... and now you’re telling me someone else owns this house?" she said, her voice shaking.

"I’m sorry about your parents, miss. But I work for Mr. Frederick. He owns this house now—and many others in this estate. I guess he liked this one the most," the guard replied respectfully.

Maria’s chest tightened. "Please... can I see him?"

The guard’s expression changed. "I’m sorry, miss. You can’t meet him without an appointment. He won’t see anyone without notice."

As he turned to walk away, Maria quickly stopped him.

"Please, sir... isn’t there any way you can help me see your boss?" she pleaded.

"I’m sorry. I really can’t help you. My boss has a very tight schedule. If you want to meet him, you’ll need to go through the proper process," he said firmly.

"What’s the right way to see him then?" she asked urgently.

"You’ll have to visit his office and speak with his secretary or personal assistant. They’ll help you book an appointment," he explained, already shifting uncomfortably.

"Thank you. But where is his office?" Maria asked, stepping forward as he started to leave.

"You don’t know? He owns Frederick’s Financial Corporation in Scotland—the country’s top stock market analysis center!" the guard replied sharply before walking off, clearly irritated.

Maria stood there, stunned and burning inside.

Has Bernard sold this house? she thought bitterly as she flagged down another cab and headed home, her emotions boiling.

As soon as she got back, she noticed Beta Gilbert’s car parked in the compound, along with Victoria’s. But Bernard’s car was missing.

She made her way inside, determined to report everything she had found out—until she heard a car pulling in.

She turned to see Bernard stepping out of his car. Their eyes met, and he looked surprised to see her waiting.

"Hope I’m safe?" he asked, walking toward her with a cautious smile.

"Bernard, I need to talk to you—privately," Maria said, her voice clipped with frustration. "I don’t want your parents involved in this."

One glance at her face and Bernard understood the situation was serious. He nodded in agreement, and together they faked light laughter and greeted his parents politely as they passed through the living room.

Once they reached her room and shut the door, Maria exploded.

"How dare you sell the house my parents left for you? And how could you do it without even telling me?" she demanded, rage burning in her voice.

Bernard looked stunned. "What are you talking about, Maria?"

"Don’t act dumb! Can a property willed to you be sold without your consent or signature?" she shot back.

"Wait... are you saying the house has been sold?" he asked, genuinely shocked.

Maria stared at him, unsure whether he was pretending. "Bernard, don’t lie to me."

"I swear, I haven’t checked those documents in over a month. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!" Bernard said as he suddenly rushed out of the room.

She followed him as he entered his room, pulled an electronic key from his suit pocket, and opened the safe. What they saw inside made her gasp.

It was exactly what she had seen the last time she sneaked in to check—the documents were missing.

Bernard’s face twisted with anger. "Who could’ve done this?" he shouted, his whole body trembling as he slumped into a seat.

Maria sat beside him, her tone softer now. "Who else has the key besides you?"

"No one. And if you hadn’t come in with me, no one would even know I have this safe in my room!" Bernard replied, still furious.

Suddenly, he stood up and marched toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Maria asked, hurrying after him.

"I need to ask my parents if they’ve been in my room when I wasn’t home!" he said, his voice hard.

Maria rushed to him and dragged him back, locking the door behind them.

"Why did you stop me?" Bernard demanded.

"What if they say they know nothing about it? What will you do then?" she asked, locking eyes with him.

"So what do you suggest?" he asked, his voice dropping.

"We’ll search the house thoroughly first. If we don’t find the documents, then we tell them. But don’t act impulsively—not in front of your parents. You don’t want to look weak or careless," Maria advised gently.

Bernard stared at her for a long moment, then nodded.

"Maria... how did you find out the house was sold?" he asked quietly.

"I went there today. I missed it. I thought I was finally strong enough to visit after all these years... but everything’s different. The guard said some Mr. Frederick now owns the house. He mentioned Frederick Financial Corporation."

Bernard’s jaw clenched. "I’ve heard that name. I think my dad knows him."

"So what do we do now?" Maria asked.

"We wait for a day when my parents won’t be home. We’ll search every corner of this house for those files," she suggested.

Bernard nodded firmly. "Fine by me. And if we don’t find them... then that Mr. Frederick will have the whole of me to deal with until I find out who sold that house!"

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