Chapter 3 — The Seven Years They Stole
Chapter 3 — The Seven Years They Stole
At 12:41 a.m., Ethan Blackwood stood in the middle of his study staring at the message on his phone.
YOUR MOTHER IS ALIVE.
Below it:
AND SHE'S COMING FOR LILY.
He read it again.
Then again.
The words refused to become real.
His mother had died when he was six.
At least, that was the story he had been told.
A car accident.
A rainy road.
A funeral.
A black dress.
A coffin.
A lifetime of memories built around the belief that his mother was gone.
Now Daniel claimed she was alive.
And if Daniel was telling the truth, Ethan's entire childhood had been a lie.
He called the number.
It was already disconnected.
“Damn it.”
He threw the phone onto the desk.
Then he heard footsteps.
Ethan turned.
Lily stood in the doorway.
She was wearing the yellow pajamas from the night everything changed.
Her stuffed rabbit was tucked beneath one arm.
“Daddy?”
Ethan immediately softened.
“What are you doing awake?”
“I had a bad dream.”
He walked toward her.
“What happened?”
“I was back in the room.”
“What room?”
“The dark one.”
Ethan crouched.
“Tell me about it.”
Lily shook her head.
“I don't want to.”
“You don't have to.”
She looked at him.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Yes.”
He picked her up.
She wrapped her arms around his neck.
As Ethan carried her toward the bedroom, Lily whispered:
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Why did they take me?”
Ethan stopped.
“What?”
“Why did those people take me from Mommy?”
His heart tightened.
“What people?”
“The ones in black.”
“Lily, when did this happen?”
She looked confused.
“After the fire.”
Ethan stared.
“You remember the fire?”
“A little.”
“What do you remember?”
“Mommy was holding me.”
“Then?”
“She gave me to someone.”
“Who?”
“A nurse.”
“Clara?”
Lily nodded.
“Yes.”
“And then?”
Lily's fingers tightened around his shirt.
“Someone came.”
“Who?”
“I don't know.”
“Was it a man?”
“Yes.”
“What did he look like?”
“He had gray hair.”
Ethan's stomach dropped.
Richard.
His father.
“Did he say anything?”
Lily nodded.
“He told Mommy…”
Her voice became quieter.
“Don't make this harder than it has to be.”
Ethan felt cold.
“What happened next?”
“He took me.”
“And Mommy?”
“She screamed.”
Ethan closed his eyes.
He could see it.
A hospital hallway.
Smoke.
Amelia screaming.
A newborn child being carried away.
And him—
somewhere else—
believing both of them were dead.
The next morning, Ethan moved Lily into a secure guest suite.
He had guards outside the door.
Cameras in the hallway.
A panic button beside her bed.
She hated it.
“I don't like this room.”
“Why?”
“It feels like the other room.”
Ethan immediately removed the security bars from the windows.
“We'll change it.”
“What?”
“Anything you want.”
She thought about it.
“Yellow curtains.”
“Done.”
“A bookshelf.”
“Done.”
“A night-light.”
“Done.”
“And…”
She hesitated.
“What?”
“I want a picture of Mommy.”
Ethan smiled sadly.
“You'll have one.”
Lily looked at him.
“And you.”
He froze.
“What?”
“A picture of you too.”
Ethan smiled.
“I'll find one.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“I want one where you're smiling.”
His smile disappeared.
“I don't smile much.”
“You do when you look at me.”
Ethan looked away.
For seven years, he had forgotten how.
At 9:00 a.m., Daniel called again.
This time Ethan answered immediately.
“Where are you?”
“Safe.”
“You said my mother is alive.”
“She is.”
“Where?”
“I can't tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because she doesn't want you to find her.”
Ethan's anger rose.
“After everything my family did, you're telling me she doesn't want to see me?”
“She's afraid.”
“Of me?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Daniel was silent.
“Daniel.”
“She believes you are still under their control.”
Ethan almost laughed.
“I have spent seven years mourning a dead wife and daughter.”
“I know.”
“I was told my father was dead.”
“I know.”
“I was told my mother was dead.”
“I know.”
“You expect me to trust anyone?”
“No.”
Daniel's voice softened.
“That's why I'm telling you to trust yourself.”
Ethan sat down.
“Tell me about the seven years.”
Daniel hesitated.
“What do you mean?”
“What happened to Lily?”
“I wasn't there for all of it.”
“But you know.”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
Daniel took a breath.
“After the hospital fire, Lily was moved three times in the first year.”
“Where?”
“Private homes.”
“Whose?”
“People connected to the Blackwood Foundation.”
“Why?”
“To make sure nobody could trace her.”
Ethan's fists tightened.
“Was Amelia with her?”
“No.”
“Then where was she?”
Daniel didn't answer.
Ethan already knew.
“The facility.”
“Yes.”
“Seven years.”
“Yes.”
“They kept my wife unconscious for seven years?”
“Not continuously.”
Ethan looked up.
“What does that mean?”
“She was awakened occasionally.”
“Why?”
“To ask her questions.”
“About what?”
“About you.”
Ethan went silent.
Daniel continued.
“They wanted to know whether she remembered where the original trust documents were.”
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
“Why would Amelia know?”
“She helped prepare them.”
“My wife?”
“Yes.”
“She wasn't involved in the company.”
“Not publicly.”
Ethan leaned back.
“What did she know?”
“Enough to threaten the entire Blackwood family.”
That afternoon, Clara arrived.
The nurse who had saved Lily seven years ago was now sitting across from Ethan in the study.
She looked exhausted.
“I should have come sooner.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Because I was scared.”
“Everyone was scared.”
Clara lowered her eyes.
“I thought if I stayed silent, Lily would live.”
“You gave her to Nora.”
“Yes.”
“You trusted her.”
“I had no choice.”
“You always have a choice.”
Clara looked at him.
“Not when a man is holding a gun against your daughter's head.”
Ethan stopped.
“What?”
Clara began crying.
“Victor found me two days after the fire.”
“What did he want?”
“Lily.”
“Why?”
“He said the child had to disappear.”
“Did he tell you why?”
“Yes.”
Clara wiped her eyes.
“He said the Blackwood Trust had identified Lily as the sole surviving heir.”
Ethan's jaw tightened.
“So they weren't trying to kill her.”
“Not immediately.”
“What does that mean?”
“They needed her alive.”
“Why?”
“To control the inheritance.”
Clara looked directly at him.
“Then they needed you dead.”
Ethan stood.
“So the poisoned tea…”
“Wasn't the first attempt.”
Ethan froze.
“What?”
Clara reached into her bag.
She removed a small folder.
Inside were photographs.
Ethan looked at the first.
His car.
The brake system.
Tampered.
Second.
A private plane.
A maintenance report.
Engine failure caused by deliberate interference.
Third.
A photograph of Ethan leaving a restaurant.
A red circle marked the location.
A bullet hole appeared in the wall behind him.
Ethan stared.
“How many?”
Clara whispered:
“Seven.”
“Seven attempts?”
“Yes.”
Ethan sat slowly.
“For seven years?”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“For seven months.”
Ethan looked at the photographs.
Seven attempts to kill him.
Seven years of lies.
The pattern was becoming clear.
Someone hadn't merely hidden Lily.
Someone had been waiting for Ethan to die.
That evening, Ethan found Lily drawing.
She was sitting at the kitchen table with colored pencils.
“What are you drawing?”
“My family.”
Ethan smiled.
“Can I see?”
She turned the paper around.
Three people stood beneath a yellow sun.
Ethan.
Amelia.
Lily.
But there was a fourth person.
A boy.
Ethan stared.
“Who's that?”
Lily shrugged.
“He was there.”
“Where?”
“In the dark room.”
“What was his name?”
She frowned.
“I don't remember.”
“Was he older than you?”
“Yes.”
“How old?”
“Maybe seven.”
Ethan felt uneasy.
“Did he talk to you?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me not to cry.”
“Why?”
“Because crying made the cameras turn on.”
Ethan stared at the drawing.
“Cameras?”
Lily nodded.
“There were cameras everywhere.”
“Who watched them?”
“I don't know.”
“Did the boy know?”
“He said they were watching for Daddy.”
Ethan's heart stopped.
“Did he know me?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“He said you were his brother.”
Ethan looked at the drawing again.
The boy.
Daniel.
Lily had known him.
She had met him in captivity.
Daniel had been watching her.
Protecting her.
Maybe even helping her survive.
“Lily.”
“Yes?”
“Did Daniel ever tell you who put you in the dark room?”
She nodded.
“Who?”
Lily whispered:
“Grandma.”
Ethan froze.
That night, Ethan couldn't sleep.
He called Daniel.
“You were with Lily.”
Silence.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Three years ago.”
“Where?”
“I was being held too.”
Ethan's heart pounded.
“By whom?”
“My mother.”
“Your mother?”
“Eleanor.”
Ethan closed his eyes.
His grandmother.
The woman who had supposedly died peacefully years later.
The woman who had appeared at every major Blackwood event.
The woman who had always smiled at him.
She had been running a prison.
Daniel continued.
“She controlled the facility.”
“Why?”
“Because she believed the family needed to protect the bloodline.”
“And Lily?”
“She was the key.”
“What did they do to her?”
Daniel was silent.
“Tell me.”
“They taught her to forget you.”
Ethan's voice broke.
“What?”
“They showed her photographs of you.”
“Why?”
“To make her afraid.”
“Why would they do that?”
“Because they wanted her to believe you had abandoned her.”
Ethan felt something tear inside him.
“They told her I didn't want her.”
“Yes.”
“They told her I wanted her dead.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“So she would never try to find you.”
Ethan closed his eyes.
Seven years.
His daughter had grown up believing he didn't want her.
And he had spent those same seven years believing she didn't exist.
It was the cruelest lie imaginable.
The next morning, Lily asked Ethan a question.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Did you know about me?”
“No.”
“Before the fire?”
“Yes.”
“Did you love me?”
Ethan looked at her.
“Before I even saw you.”
She stared at him.
“Then why didn't you come?”
He knelt.
“Because they told me you were dead.”
“Did you believe them?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I was stupid.”
Lily shook her head.
“No.”
“Then what?”
“You were sad.”
Ethan smiled sadly.
“Yes.”
She touched his face.
“Don't be sad anymore.”
He couldn't stop the tears.
“I'll try.”
Lily hugged him.
For seven years, Ethan had imagined saving his daughter.
He never imagined she would be the one saving him.
At noon, Samuel arrived with new results.
“Ethan.”
“What?”
“The scar behind Lily's ear.”
“Yes?”
“It wasn't used for medication.”
Ethan's expression changed.
“What was it?”
“A tracking implant.”
He stared.
“They tracked her?”
“Yes.”
“Can you remove it?”
“It was removed recently.”
“By whom?”
Samuel shook his head.
“Whoever removed it knew exactly what they were doing.”
Ethan thought about Daniel.
“He did it.”
Samuel looked at him.
“Who?”
“My brother.”
That afternoon, Ethan received another message.
This one contained coordinates.
No explanation.
He recognized the location.
An abandoned warehouse.
He went alone.
Inside, he found Daniel.
For the first time, the brothers stood face to face.
They looked almost identical.
Same eyes.
Same jaw.
Same dark hair.
The only difference was the expression.
Ethan looked exhausted.
Daniel looked haunted.
“You're real.”
Daniel smiled bitterly.
“So are you.”
Ethan stepped closer.
“You were there.”
“Yes.”
“You watched Lily.”
“Yes.”
“You knew she was my daughter.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because I couldn't.”
“You could have.”
Daniel shook his head.
“You don't understand.”
“Then explain.”
Daniel looked away.
“I spent thirty-eight years being told that if I ever revealed myself, they would kill you.”
“Who?”
“Our grandmother.”
“And you believed her?”
“I saw what she did.”
Ethan's anger softened slightly.
“What did she do?”
Daniel's eyes became distant.
“She killed our mother.”
Ethan froze.
“What?”
“Our real mother.”
“You mean Eleanor?”
“No.”
Daniel looked at him.
“Eleanor was never our mother.”
Ethan's heart stopped.
“Our mother was named Catherine.”
“Who is Catherine?”
“She was the woman Richard loved before Eleanor.”
Daniel swallowed.
“She died trying to expose the family.”
Ethan stared.
“And Eleanor?”
“She took control after Catherine died.”
The pieces began connecting.
Richard.
Eleanor.
Daniel.
The trust.
Lily.
Amelia.
All of it.
But one question remained.
“Why was Amelia kept alive?”
Daniel looked at him.
“Because she knew where Catherine hid the original trust.”
Ethan frowned.
“What trust?”
“The one that proves the Blackwood fortune doesn't belong to the Blackwoods.”
Silence.
Daniel reached into his coat.
He handed Ethan a small envelope.
Inside was a key.
Old.
Bronze.
Stamped with a symbol Ethan had never seen.
“What is this?”
“The key to the original family vault.”
“Where?”
Daniel looked toward the warehouse door.
“Under the hospital.”
Ethan stared.
“The hospital burned down.”
“The building did.”
Daniel paused.
“The basement didn't.”
That night, Ethan returned to the mansion.
Lily was asleep.
Amelia was still unconscious.
Victor was missing.
Nora was in custody.
Daniel was hiding.
And somewhere beneath the ruins of the old hospital was a vault containing the truth about the Blackwood family.
Ethan stood beside Lily's bed.
He watched her sleep.
Seven years had been stolen from her.
Seven years had been stolen from Amelia.
Seven years had been stolen from him.
But he would not let them steal another day.
He kissed Lily's forehead.
“Daddy?”
Her eyes opened slightly.
“Yes?”
“Are we going somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“To find the truth.”
She smiled sleepily.
“Will Mommy come?”
Ethan looked at her.
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
He held her hand.
“I promise.”
Lily closed her eyes.
Outside the room, the security alarm suddenly sounded.
Ethan stood.
The lights went out.
Every screen in the mansion turned black.
Then one image appeared.
A live video.
Amelia.
Still lying in the medical room.
A man stood beside her.
Ethan recognized him immediately.
Richard.
His supposedly dead father.
Richard looked directly into the camera.
Then he smiled.
“Ethan.”
The image cut to black.
A message appeared.
COME TO THE HOSPITAL ALONE.
Then another:
OR YOUR WIFE DIES BEFORE MORNING.
Ethan stared at the screen.
His fists tightened.
The seven years they had stolen from his family had created a monster inside him.
But now he had a daughter to protect.
A wife to save.
And a truth to uncover.
He picked up his coat.
Then looked at Lily.
For seven years, they had made him believe he had lost everything.
Now they were about to discover what a father would do when he finally got his family back.
Ethan walked toward the door.
And behind him, Lily opened her eyes.
She wasn't asleep.
She had heard everything.
And in her small hand was the old bronze key.
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The key to the vault.
The key that could destroy the Blackwood family forever.
