Retired Army Colonel Brenda Hollins Races To Save Her Bruised Daughter From Abuse and Supernatural Captivity, Only To Uncover A $5 Million Blood Covenant That Reverses Everything She Believed
The numbers in Evelyn’s ledger burned into my mind. $50,000. From Maya’s account. Bribing a judge to enforce a supernatural confinement order. It defied everything I thought I knew.
“Explain this,” I demanded, holding the ledger out to Evelyn. My voice was tight, strained. “Why would Maya pay Gideon to… what? Keep herself hostage?”
Evelyn gave a cynical laugh, a dry, humorless sound that echoed in the quiet forest.
“Gideon didn’t ‘hunt’ Maya, Colonel. She came to him. Months ago.”
Maya flinched, shrinking further behind me.
“Came to him?” I repeated, my gaze flicking to my daughter. “For what?”
“For power,” Evelyn stated plainly. “For the Boudreaux inheritance. It’s tied to an ancient Lowcountry entity, a blood covenant passed down through generations. A powerful spirit, hungry for sacrifice.”
She paused, her eyes piercing mine.
“Maya sought Gideon out, not the other way around. She wanted to bind that entity to her husband’s wealth. To claim it all for herself.”
The pieces clicked into place with a sickening thud. The bruises, the ‘captivity,’ the frantic call. It was all a calculated performance.
“She used you,” Evelyn continued, her voice devoid of sympathy. “She needed a shield, a protector. Someone to ‘rescue’ her, while she orchestrated the destruction of Marcus’s family and secured the entity’s power for her own gain.”
My breath hitched. My own daughter. Using me, her mother, a decorated officer who had spent her life protecting others, as a pawn in her dark scheme. The thought was a bitter taste in my mouth.
“The Boudreaux family,” Evelyn explained further, “they’ve always tried to appease the entity, keep it dormant. But Maya wanted to fully *awaken* it. To control it. And to use it to strip Marcus of everything he had.”
Maya remained silent, her face pale in the moonlight, her eyes fixed on Evelyn. There was no more weeping, no more trembling. Only a cold, calculating stillness.
“The $50,000,” Evelyn concluded, “that was a down payment to Gideon. To help her navigate the legal and supernatural complexities. To make sure the ‘captivity’ looked real enough to draw you in.”
I looked at Maya. My daughter. The victim. The manipulator. The revelation was a gut punch, twisting everything I believed inside out.
“Inside that chapel,” Evelyn said, gesturing towards the faint outline of the crumbling building ahead, “you’ll find the core of their operation. The vessel. The covenant.”
“Go,” she urged, her voice softer now. “Confront her. The truth is waiting.”
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