The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 129: The House Of Ghosts

Chapter 129: The House Of Ghosts

The Adams Estate had never been this silent before.

Darla sat on the velvet armchair, her once proud posture now slouched, shoulders heavy with defeat. Derek paced the room like a lion locked in a cage... growling under his breath, teeth gritted with rage.

Everything they had planned, everything they had controlled with invisible strings... had unraveled.

Jean was free.

The girl they raised, not out of love but out of necessity... had slipped out of their grasp.

"She was never supposed to get away," Derek muttered, rubbing his temple. "She was supposed to marry Tyler. That was the deal. That was the only way to clean up all the mess of Alex’s scandal and Jean would be forever silent."

"And now," Darla whispered, her voice cracking, "she’s gone, and Logan Kingsley... that man has Jean’s shares. She gave him everything. What was she thinking?"

Derek slammed his fist on the side table. "She wasn’t thinking! That Kingsley bastard must have charmed her... took what should’ve been ours! Alex’s seat at the board is already shaking because of his scandal. Now Logan will swoop in and become the board’s darling."

But Darla didn’t share her husband’s fury.

Her fear ran deeper.

"What if she talks? About us, about Tyler..." she asked, voice trembling. "What if Jean tells the press... or the police?"

Derek stopped pacing.

"She’s still quiet," he replied. "She hasn’t said anything... yet."

A loud knock echoed through the room.

Their butler appeared by the doorway. "Sir, Mr. Morris Adams has arrived."

Derek blinked. "Morris?"

Before he could stand, Morris Adams stormed in, his face a mixture of disgust and fury.

"Morris, what are you doing here?" Derek asked cautiously.

"What am I doing?" Morris growled. "I should be asking you that, Derek. What the hell were you doing?"

Darla stood, scoffing. "You come into our home and question us? You should be questioning your daughter... Emma! She was the one helping Jean get away and marry that lowlife!"

"Emma stood by Jean because she’s not a monster," Morris snapped. "She has a conscience... and I love my daughter but Jean isn’t your daughter so why haven’t you chained her properly?"

"Oh now you care about our family affairs?" Darla hissed. "If you knew better, you wouldn’t have allowed Emma to ever be friends with Jean."

"You think I don’t care?" Morris shouted. "I couldn’t believe you didn’t take care of such a defenseless child all these years , but if she starts remembering... if she starts digging..."

"Shut up!" Derek roared, his voice booming through the halls. "If you’re here to rattle our nerves, then leave!"

But Morris didn’t flinch. He stepped closer.

"If Jean uncovers the truth about what we’ve done... what her identity is...," Morris said coldly, "don’t think for a second I’ll go down alone."

A tense silence followed.

Until... another knock.

The butler returned, his face pale.

"Sir... Madam... Miss Jean and Miss Emma have just arrived at the estate."

The air in the room turned to ice.

Darla’s hand clutched the edge of the sofa. "She’s here?"

"Now?" Derek muttered, stunned. "What the hell does she want?"

Morris turned toward the door, a grim expression settling on his face.

"Looks like we’re about to find out."

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Few moments earlier...

Jean stood near the glass wall of her office, arms crossed, eyes staring at the horizon without really seeing it.

Her heart thudded slowly... not from fear, but from the heavy weight of unfinished business.

She had left that house... their house... without a glance back. Married Logan in a contract neither of them believed in, yet somehow... it had saved her.

But not everything could be left behind.

Her belongings. Her documents. Her memories. Her assets.

Pieces of herself were still there, sitting silently in that suffocating place, guarded by the very people who once called themselves her family.

"Jean?" Emma’s voice pulled her back who was sorting out files on her desk.

Jean turned slowly. "I need to go back to the house."

Emma’s eyes widened. "To your house? Are you sure that’s a good idea? They might try to..."

"I know," Jean cut in. "That’s why I’m not going alone." She gave a small smile at her. "I’m dragging you with me."

Emma blinked. "Me? I’m not sure... if I see Alex, I’m going to kick him again."

Jean smiled though it didn’t reach her eyes. "You’re the only one I trust to keep me sane if things go sideways too."

Before Emma could respond, a soft knock echoed on the office door.

It creaked open... and Hannah Kingsley peeked her head inside.

"Hey I’m done checking this document..." She looked like a curious puppy, wide eyes darting between the two women. "Hey... sorry to interrupt, but are you guys going somewhere? You both look serious."

Jean sighed. So she heard it.

Hannah.

Even when she tried to be firm with her, the girl’s innocent energy softened her. She hadn’t expected to like her. She hadn’t expected to trust her.

Yet... here she was.

Jean raised a brow. "You’re not going to pout, are you?"

Hannah blinked. "Pout? Why would I..."

Emma snorted. "Because you’re already pouting."

Jean exhaled and grabbed her car keys. "Fine. Get your purse, Hannah. You’re coming too."

"Wait, seriously?" Hannah lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Where are we going?"

Jean looked at her, a shadow of steel slipping into her gaze.

"To visit a house of ghosts."

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The black car rolled to a halt at the front gates of the Adams estate.

Jean stared at the towering mansion with no emotion, her lips pressed in a tight line. It looked the same. Elegant. Intimidating. Hollow.

Just like the people inside.

Emma looked at her from the passenger seat, concern etched across her features. "You still have time to change your mind."

Jean shook her head slowly. "I’m not here to scream or cry, Emma. I’m just here to reclaim what’s mine."

In the backseat, Hannah clutched her purse tightly, her usual cheer subdued. "Do I... get a briefing or something before we walk into battle?"

Jean smirked faintly, eyes still on the mansion. "Just stick close and look cute."

The gates opened as if sensing a storm was about to enter.

Inside, Darla and Derek Adams sat in the lavish drawing room, the tension thick as silence. Morris Adams stood pacing with fury simmering beneath his beard.

Darla was the first to notice the butler returning.

"Madam... Mr. Adams... Miss Jean and Miss Emma have arrived at the estate."

Morris stopped mid step.

Darla clutched the armrest tightly. "What...?"

Derek’s face contorted in confusion and rage. "She came back? Here?"

"Yes, sir," the butler confirmed. "And she’s not alone."

Footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Three women walked in.

Jean in black slacks and a tailored blouse, poised like royalty; Hannah Kingsley, trailing behind, wide eyed and visibly confused.

Emma had walked in with her usual spark, only to freeze mid step when she spotted the extra figure in the room.

Her gaze locked onto Morris Adams.

Her father.

"Dad?" she blinked, the name slipping out before she could stop it. "What are you doing here?"

The man turned to her with a stiff expression, caught between frustration and discomfort. "Emma. I didn’t expect you to be part of this little reunion."

Jean paused at the edge of the room, her gaze sweeping over the three faces staring at her like they’d seen a ghost.

"Don’t get up," she said coolly, "I won’t be long."

Derek’s hands clenched into fists. "You dare walk into this house... after what you’ve done?"

Jean tilted her head. "You mean after I married Logan? Or after I escaped being puppet to a Dominic like a glorified item on clearance?"

Darla’s face paled.

"Jean..." Morris stepped forward. "You don’t know what you’re doing."

Jean’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. "That’s the thing. I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m here to collect a few things... and remind you all that I’m not someone you can silence anymore."

Hannah’s eyes bounced from face to face.

Jean stepped further into the room, calm and deadly. "I suggest you don’t try to stop me. Today, I’m just here for a visit. Tomorrow... who knows what I’ll decide? Let’s not waste time anymore. Emma, Hannah... let’s get what I came for. We’ve got better things to do."

Emma stared at her father, remembering that hushed conversation in his house with her weeks ago... when she had confronted him, thinking she could appeal to his logic.

Instead, what she got was the cold calculation of a man who didn’t see Jean as family.

"That girl isn’t your problem. She never was. Let her go, Emma. If the Dominics want her, they’ll have her. It’s good for all of us."

Those words burned inside her like a slow fire.

While Jean went upstairs with Hannah to collect her things, Emma lingered behind in the hallway, her heart pounding as her eyes locked onto the man who raised her.

"Dad," she said quietly.