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Avenged My Mother: A Tale of Justice and Retribution
**A Revenge for Mum**
“Your daughter is with us. Bring £100,000, and she stays alive. I’ll send the meeting point later,” said a heavily distorted male voice.
“You… dont you dare dictate terms to me!” snarled Michael, but the line had already gone dead.
Michael was known as a man of principlecareful, methodical, and tough. Only with his beloved wife, Sarah, and his adored daughter, Emily, did he softenthough not always. If anything displeased him, he laid down the law:
“I’m the head of this house! I provide for all of you!”
And it was true. Hed bought their home in an upscale gated community, Sarah only worked to flaunt her dresses, and Emily drove to university in a brand-new carhis gift.
But sometimes, his family forgot that.
The last time hed “asserted his authority” was when he found out Emily was dating a promising violinist named Sebastian.
“Hes not good enough for you!” Michael snapped. “What kind of man makes a living fiddling on a violin?”
And the boy was scrawnysome intellectual!
“Im going to marry him! Thats my choice!” Emily had inherited his stubbornness.
“I raised youwhat I say goes!”
“Im eighteen, Dad. Im an adult, and”
“Enough! While I pay for your life, *I* decide!”
Emily stormed off in tears. Sarah sulked for days, refusing to speak to him. But Michael didnt carehed laid down the law.
Besides, he had real problemsunlike his daughters tantrums.
His childhood friend, Mark, with whom hed started a concrete block business nearly a decade ago, was stirring trouble again.
Theyd only just paid off their loans, built a solid team, and greased the right palmsfinally turning a decent profit. Why couldnt Mark just enjoy it?
But noMark kept pushing for expansion, whining about stagnation. Their arguments usually blew over quickly, but this time, Mark dug his heels in.
“If were not moving forward, we split the business,” he declared.
As if *he* was the one dealing with the fallout of every reckless idea!
A few weeks passed, and things seemed to settle. Mark stopped his schemes, Emily attended uni and stayed home most nightsno sign of Sebastian.
Then Michael spotted her with some bloke, nearly arm-in-arm.
“Emily! What are you doing out this late?” he barked, slamming his car to a halt beside them. “Whos this?”
In the dim light, it took him a moment to recognize the ladthen his blood boiled.
“Couldnt you pick someone *worse* than a bloody labourer? Trying to spite me? Get in the carnow!”
Emily scowled but didnt protestuntil her companion spoke up.
“Who gave you the right to talk to people like that?” The lad jutted his chin. “Think money makes you”
“You little *rat*yes, it does,” Michael cut in. “And youre fired tomorrow.” He turned to Emily. “Get in. *Now.*”
She glanced at the boy, gave a tiny shake of her head*dont*then slid into the car.
Thats more like it. Who did that labourer think he was?
Michael remembered him nowRyan, a part-time worker at the site. Cocky little sod. But hed dealt with worse.
For a while, order seemed restoredwith Mark, with his family. Then, a week later, he spotted Emily with Ryan again. They vanished before he could confront them, but back home, Emily faced a blistering row.
Shockingly, Sarah took Emilys side. Both called him a tyrant, claiming they couldnt live with him anymore.
“Then dont!” he roared. “The doors right there!”
And they leftsuitcases in hand, faces a mix of grief and scorn. Fine. Lets see how long they lasted without him.
Michael was certain theyd come crawling back. So when Sarah called a week later, he wasnt surpriseduntil he heard her voice.
“Mike, Emilys *missing*!” she gasped. “Two daysno calls, her phones off! Kate and I dont know what to doshould we call the police?”
Ah, so theyd moved in with her friend.
“No police!” he barked. “Come home. *Ill* find her.”
He had no plan, but he wasnt involving the authorities.
As he weighed options, his phone rang again.
“Your daughter is with us. Bring £100,000, and she stays alive. Coordinates will follow,” said the same distorted voice.
“You *scum*you think you can” The line went dead.
A video link arrived nextEmily, dishevelled, tear-streaked, hands bound, but alive. She stared silently into the camera for mere seconds.
Michaels rage burned. Hed bury them all. But he needed help.
Despite their feud, Mark agreed to assist with the drop.
“Maybe we *should* call the police,” Mark muttered. “And thats a lot of”
“No. *Im* handling this. And the money stays with us.”
Michael was certainuntil they reached the abandoned factory and Ryan stepped out.
“You *little*” He lunged, but Mark yanked him back. “*Stop!* We dont know where Emily is.”
Ryan stood on a ledge ten feet away, smirking.
“Drop the bag there,” he said, nodding to a half-open sewer grate.
Michael glared but obeyed.
“Perfect,” Ryan sneered, turning to leave.
“You think youll get away with this? Wheres Emily?”
“Shes fine. Shell contact you soonif she *wants* to.”
“Youre *insane*,” Michael hissed. “I *will* find you.”
Ryan shrugged. “*Dont care.* I did what I had toavenged my mum.”
“Your *what*?”
“Olivia. Worked as your cleaner for seven years,” Ryans jaw clenched, but his voice stayed steady. “She caught your wife in bed with another man. Auntie Sarah fired her, accused her of stealing. But we both know why.”
Michael scoffed. “She *was* a thief.”
“Bollocks. Mum had no proofjust her word. Would *you* have believed her?” Ryans voice cracked. “She had a weak heartraised me alone, slaving for your pennies. Next day after the sacking, she collapsed in the street. Heart attack. If not for your family”
He wiped his face roughly.
“Now *youre* the one going to prison,” Michael said coldly. “And Emily? Shed never let you”
“She didnt.” Ryan smirked. “*We* planned this. Shes got the money by now. Youll have to arrest your own daughter.”
Michaels blood ran cold. “*Liar!*”
“Shouldnt have meddled in her life,” Ryan said, mounting a hidden motorbike. “She loves Sebastian. But what would *you* know about love?”
“You!”
“Ask *Mark* about it,” Ryan called over the engines roar. “*Hes* the one Sarah cheated with!”
Michael punched Markhard. No resistance.
He divorced Sarah, leaving her a one-bed flat. He kept the businessshed taken enough. She begged him not to report Emily, and he didnt.
But Emily never came home.
Rumour had it she and Sebastian moved abroad.
Maybe one day shed return.
Who knew?
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