Chapter 1-2
Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 1-2
"You got it, Danielle. I knew this would get your attention," Emery replied, almost grinning through the phone.
The email hit her inbox almost immediately. The Charrington family had switched from politics to business under Logan Charringtonâs leadership, skyrocketing the company to the top.
They were now a global powerhouse, dominating wealth rankings year after year.
Danielle skimmed the file with a sharp eye.
"Alright, Iâll take it. Give me a week," she said, her tone steady and cool.
"Danielle, youâre finally getting out of that backwater!" Emery sounded almost giddy.
"Iâll pick you up from the airport."
Danielle responded with a calm, indifferent "Mm."
Just then, Julian Reed, Josephâs assistant, burst in with a stack of papers. "Mr. Darling, weâve got a lead on Miss Darling. Sheâs been spotted in a village in Okina City. The informantâs sure itâs her."
The normally unflappable Joseph shot to his feet, gut instinct screaming that theyâd finally found her.
"Should we alert your father?" Julian asked.
"No. Wait for confirmation first, but keep it quiet. We canât tell anyone," Joseph said, voice calm but firm. Heâd long suspected foul play in his sisterâs disappearance, but eighteen years of searching had turned up nothing concrete. Now, it felt like they were finally getting close.
"Get ready. Weâre heading to Okina City," Joseph ordered, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him.
At dawn, Danielle was up, doing her usual chores-prepping for another day in the village.
Around the same time, a convoy of luxury cars, led by a Rolls-Royce, cruised into Bane Springs, the smell of breakfast starting to fill the air.
"Goddamn it! What time is it? Breakfast still isnât ready? You trying to starve us?" Lucyâs angry voice rang out across the courtyard. The neighbors didnât even blink anymore, used to the daily shouting.
The sight of the luxury cars, parked outside the Granger familyâs home, was enough to turn every head in the village. Theyâd only ever seen this kind of wealth on TV.
A tall, well-dressed man stepped out of the Rolls-Royce. His sharp features and commanding presence made it clear he was someone important. His tailored suit, paired with a handful of intimidating bodyguards, spoke volumes about his status.
Joseph walked toward the Granger familyâs courtyard, a cold fury simmering inside him. His bodyguards flanked him, their presence enough to send a chill through the air.
Heâd read the files before coming. The Grangers hadnât exactly treated his sister well. The thought of what sheâd gone through made his stomach turn.
Joseph stopped in front of Danielle, locking eyes with her. In that instant, there was no doubt. She was the sister heâd spent eighteen years searching for.
She looked just like their mother, especially those eyes-those damn eyes that held so many untold stories.
Seeing her so frail, in torn clothes, still cooking for the people whoâd mistreated her, nearly broke him. She was supposed to be the Darling familyâs most prized treasure, but instead, sheâd been reduced to this.
Josephâs voice cracked as he stepped forward. "Danielle... Iâve finally found you," he said, his emotions raw. "Iâm your brother, Joseph Darling. Dad, Mom, all of us- weâve been looking for you. For eighteen years."