Chapter 10 - A NEW DAWN AT BLACKWOOD
Six months later, Blackwood House felt different. The iron gates were open, the staff moved with purpose rather than fear, and the air felt lighter, cleansed of the rot that had permeated it for decades.
Maya stood in the gardens, watching Caleb play with a new puppy. He was happy, a normal boy for the first time in his life.
Marcus approached her, his hands in his pockets. He looked different, too—the hardness in his eyes replaced by a quiet, steady resolve. "The business is different now," he said, looking at the house. "I’ve sold the syndicate assets. We’re focusing on the foundation. We’re building schools, hospitals, housing. We’re changing the legacy."
"It’s a good start," Maya said, smiling.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he said. He reached out, hesitating, and then took her hand. It was a gesture of respect, of equality. "You’re not the help, Maya. You never were. You were the conscience I didn't know I needed."
"What happens now?" she asked.
"Now?" Marcus looked at his son, then back at her. "Now, we live. We don't hide in the shadows anymore. We walk in the light."
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