In the Powers Mansion Basement
"I've told you a hundred times—I know nothing about that slut Margaret's disappearance!" Tyra screamed, struggling against her restraints.
"Stop lying. My men saw you give orders that night to have her taken," Edward replied coldly.
"I had nothing to do with it!" she insisted.
"Nothing? Then explain this." Edward held up a bracelet—the one he gave Margaret before she vanished. "You didn't just steal her from me. You drove out Mrs. Hale, the woman I considered a second mother, with your lies."
"I'm giving you one last chance, Tyra. Tell me where you took my wife."
"Wife?" Tyra sneered. "You're not even married. You have no right to call her that."
Edward's face darkened. "You ruined everything."
"No matter what you do, you'll never find Margaret," Tyra smirked, wincing from the pain.
"What do you mean?" Edward demanded.
Tyra smiled. "It all makes sense now. I know who's been calling me. And I'm sure you do too."
"Vincent…" Edward whispered.
"No one else. Before you came into Margaret's life, she and Vincent were childhood friends. He loved her first. Then you came along—and stole everything from him to be with that bitch," Tyra laughed.
"That's not true," Edward said, shaken.
"Oh, and I planned everything. I made you believe your sick father's death was an accident. I made you believe Margaret was to blame and succeeded to make you see that that whore Margaret pushed your father. And you—so stupid—you believed every word I said. Accept it, my dear loving husband. You killed your wife and your bastard children."
Edward snapped. He lunged and began choking her—until Jude pulled him back.
"Lord Edward, stop!" cried Frances, who had just returned.
Tyra grinned. "Look who's back—the meddling dog."
"Frances?" Edward gasped, tears in his eyes.
"I came back, Edward. Jude told me everything that happened after you threw me out," Frances said, her voice trembling.
"Forgive me, Frances. I hurt you because I believed her," Edward said, pointing at Tyra.
"I understand, Edward. I've already forgiven you. I won't break the promise I made to your father—to serve this family until the very end," Frances said, embracing him.
"Cut the drama, old hag. You have no proof against me," Tyra mocked.
Frances pulled out a document. "You're wrong, Tyra. Margaret is Edward's legal wife. I have the marriage certificate prepared by the late Lord Martin."
Edward's eyes widened as he saw both signatures.
"What does this mean?" he asked, voice shaking.
"During your absence, your father secretly prepared the certificate. Margaret signed it. Before he died, he asked me to tell you. But Stella stopped me—she made sure Lord Martin never got the chance."
"That's a lie!" Tyra screamed. "Admit it, Edward—you enjoyed torturing your wife and children. Everyone in this mansion knows how obsessed you were with destroying Margaret!"
Edward lost control again. He choked Tyra until she nearly passed out.
"I'll kill you, you demon!" he growled.
"Edward, stop. We have another problem," Frances interrupted. "Marilyn is on her way back here to the mansion. She doesn't know her sister is missing. What are we going to do?"
Edward froze. "What?!"
"If she knows all this… how do we explain?" Frances asked.
Tyra laughed. "Perfect. What will that war freak Marilyn says when she learns you killed her sister together with you unborn child?, Would she let this things slide, knowing that how she protected her unfortunate sister"
"You should be the one afraid, Tyra. Everything that happened to Margaret started with you," Frances said.
Edward closed his eyes. "I'll face her."
"You should leave for now. I'll think some plans to lure her out knowing the truth," Frances suggested.
"Don't protect him!" Tyra shouted. "He's the real monster!"
Edward drew his gun and pointed it at Tyra. "I've sinned, yes. But I won't let you escape. I won't go to hell without you."
He pulled the trigger.
Then he left for a luxury condo unit—a surprise he once planned for Luisa.
At Vincent's Rented House
Margaret was stunned by the new furniture being brought in.
"There's so much," she said, overwhelmed.
"It's all for you, my love," Vincent replied, caressing her belly.
Margaret hesitated.
"I love you so much, Lauryn. You and our children," he said tenderly.
"Thank you, Michael…" she whispered.
"By the way, I forgot to buy another crib for the second baby. I'll go out later okay?."
"You're leaving again? Why are you always gone?" she asked, hurt.
"I just want to make things easier for you and our babies Lauryn. The doctor said your pregnancy is delicate and should be strictly by me. And as your husband, it's my duty to protect your space. But don't worry—I'll be back soon."
Margaret sighed. "Just come back quickly. I'm scared."
At the Condo Unit
"Boss, it's confirmed—Vincent is the anonymous caller. He's using one of your satellite phones," a staff member reported.
"What do we do?"
"The money and diamonds are easy to recover. But not Margaret… or my children. I won't let them know that traitor as their father."
"If needed, search the entire country. Bring them back to me," Edward ordered, nearly in tears.
After the staff left, the phone rang again.
"Hello? You bastard, Vincent! Give me back my family!" Edward shouted.
"Family? You have no family, Edward. I loved Margaret long before you did. But you stole her away from me without realizing how painful it is. If I'd known she'd fall for you, I'd never have brought her to care for your father. I loyally serve you 5 years without any second thoughts of betraying you, and now this is how you pay me? You're despicable Edward and going to far"
"I know! I made mistakes! But I'm begging you—bring them back!"
Vincent laughed. "Now you know how to beg."
"What do you want? Money? " Edward asked desperately.
"Money? Don't make me laugh. Keep your fortune with you idiot. The woman you discarded is mine now. Don't worry, dear boss Edward—I'll make sure they never recognize you because now your memory is just a nightmare to Margaret. For Margaret's mind she didn't knew you and I'll make sure you will never ever have the chance to see her again and your daughters"
"You bastard! Where are you?!"
"There's nothing left to say. If you want answers, ask your beloved Tyra," Vincent said before hanging up.
Furious, Edward returned to the mansion.
Back at the Mansion
He noticed Tyra's portrait had replaced Margaret's.
"Frances, where's Margaret's portrait?" Edward asked, voice trembling.
"Don't you remember? You ordered it removed. Despite my pleas, you believed Tyra. You even burned them all her pictures ," Frances replied sadly.
Edward remembered his own words: "Remove that murderer's photos from my house."
"Edward, please don't do this," Frances had begged.
Gun in hand, Edward stormed to the basement. Frances followed.
He found Tyra asleep from exhaustion. He shot her in the leg.
"You monster, Edward! Why did you shoot me?!" Tyra screamed.
"Your skull's next if you don't tell me where Margaret and Vincent are!"
"I don't know!" she cried.
Edward grabbed her hair, pressed the gun to her cheek. Before he could fire, another staff member arrived.
"You won't talk?" Edward sneered, grabbing the whip he once used on Margaret.
He began lashing Tyra—until Jude arrived.
"Boss, Loyola Systems tracked the lost satellite phone's location "
"Edward, go to Margaret now. Marilyn will arrive in a few hours," Frances urged.
Edward gave Tyra one last look.
"Pray, Tyra. If I don't find Margaret, I'll bury you alive myself."
He stood and shouted: "Let's go. We're bringing Margaret home."