A Son’s Revenge: Justice for His Mother

**Avenged His Mother**

The voice on the phone was distorted, cold. *”Your daughter is with us. Bring £100,000, and she lives. Youll get the coordinates later.”*

Michael clenched his fist. *”You think you can dictate terms to me?”* But the line went dead.

Michael was a man of discipline, cautious and unyielding. Only with his beloved wife, Charlotte, and his cherished daughter, Emily, did he softenthough not often.

One word out of place, and he reminded them all: *”Im the head of this house! I provide everything!”*

And it was true. The detached house in Surrey was his. Charlotte only worked to flaunt her dresses. Emily drove to university in the new car hed bought her.

Yet they forgot.

So when he discovered Emily was seeing an aspiring violinist named Sebastian, he laid down the law. *”Hes not good enough for you! A man scraping a fiddle for a living? Pathetic!”*

Emilys temper flared. *”I love him! And its my choice!”*

*”As long as I pay your way, I decide!”*

She stormed off in tears. Charlotte ignored him for days. He didnt carehis word was final.

Besides, he had real problems.

His childhood friend, Jack, with whom hed built a concrete supply business, was pushing for expansion. After years of loans, bribes, and grinding, they were finally thriving. But Jack wanted more.

This time, Jack wouldnt back down. *”Then we split the business,”* he said.

For weeks, tensions simmered. Jack dropped his schemes. Emily stayed home, never mentioning Sebastian.

Then Michael spotted herarm in arm with some scrawny bloke near the Tube station.

*”Emily! What the hell are you doing out so late?!”* He slammed the car door, glaring at the boy. *”And whos this waste of space?”*

The lad squared his shoulders. *”You dont get to talk to people like that just because youve got money”*

*”Exactly that,”* Michael cut in. *”And youre fired. Emily, get in the car.”*

She hesitated, then obeyed.

Good. Thats how it should be.

But a week later, he caught them againEmily and that ex-labourer, Ryan. They slipped away before he could confront them.

At home, war erupted. Charlotte sided with Emily. *”Youre a tyrant!”* they screamed before leaving, suitcases in hand.

*”Fine! See how long you last without me!”*

He was sure theyd crawl back.

Then came Charlottes call. *”Michael, Emilys missing! Two days, no word!”*

Before he could react, another call. That same cold, distorted voice. *”£100,000. Or she dies.”*

A video followedEmily, bound, terrified but alive.

Rage burned through him. Hed bury them all.

Jack agreed to help. *”Shouldnt we call the police?”*

*”No. Ill handle this.”*

They arrived at an abandoned factory. And there stood Ryan.

Michael lunged, but Jack held him back.

Ryan smirked. *”Drop the bag in the sewer.”*

Michael obeyed, eyes blazing.

*”Brilliant,”* Ryan said, turning to leave.

*”Wheres Emily?!”*

*”Safe. Shell call you soonif she wants.”*

Michael scoffed. *”Youre dead.”*

Ryans jaw tightened. *”I did what I had to. For my mum.”*

*”What?”*

*”Olivia. Worked seven years as your cleaner. Until she walked in on Charlotte with another man.”* His voice cracked. *”Fired the next day. No proof. Just her word against yours.”*

A bitter laugh. *”She collapsed in the street. Heart attack. If not for you”*

Michael sneered. *”And now youll rot in prison.”*

Ryan wiped his face. *”Emily agreed to this. The moneys already gone. Youll have to arrest your own daughter.”*

*”Liar!”*

*”If youd just stayed out of her life, none of this wouldve happened. She loves Sebastian.”*

Michael chargedbut Ryan leapt onto a hidden motorbike. *”Ask Jack about love!”* he shouted, revving the engine. *”Hes the one who slept with your wife!”*

The punch came before Jack could react.

Charlotte got nothing in the divorce but a one-bed flat. Emily vanishedrumour said shed fled abroad with Sebastian.

Michael never pressed charges.

Maybe one day shed return.

Who knew?