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The Secret (Part 1)
Title: The Secret (Part 1)
Fandom: Original
Characters: Cherry Morgan, Victor Caster
Author: sidhe_faerie
Rating: PG
Length: 1327
Content notes: #13 Advantage This is going to be the start of something (I hope) I just don’t know what yet.
Summary: Cherry isn’t who she says she is but now someone knows her secret. She must find the only person that could have exposed the truth.
The Secret (Part 1)
Three days after her father’s funeral, Cherry Morgan walked up the steps to the front door of her house and pulled the mail out of the box. She brushed back her shoulder length blonde hair and pulled her keys out of her pocket. She looked through the mail and gasped.
There was a letter with no postage and no return address. Her name was spelled out in magazine cut outs. There was nothing else on the envelope.
Cherry dropped the rest of the mail on the porch and opened the envelope. Inside, there was a note. All it said was: “I know who you really are.”
Cherry wasn’t easy to take advantage of. She had been around the block and she knew when people were trying to get over on her. Right now someone was really trying to get over on her. She was being blackmailed.
She knew the only way they could have gotten the information about her true identity was to find the letter that her mother had left her. They had to have taken it from her attic. She couldn’t believe that someone has been in her house. What was worst, they knew where she kept her secrets.
Cherry picked up the mail and rushed inside. She threw the mail on the hall table as she rushed past on the way up the stairs to the attic and started to look for the proof that someone had been there. She went from one end of the attic to the other but there was nothing. Nothing had been touched there was still dust covering everything.
She opened the trunk that held her secrets but noting was missing or disturbed. She sat and stared into the trunk. She needed to things through for a moment.
The blackmailer thought he had the advantage. He had information that he knew she didn’t want to surface. Cherry had to figure out how he had gotten it if he had not taken it from the trunk in the attic.
There were only a few people that knew she wasn’t really the granddaughter of Max Morgan, the real estate mogul. Two of them were dead and the third had left the country years ago.
Cherry wondered if that third person was the one that was blackmailing her. She knew that she was going to have to find him and see. She had no choice but to find her real father.
She ran down the stairs to her room and packed a bag. She knew she would need to start in London. That was the last place she knew her father to be.
After a phone call to the airline and another to request a cab, she was ready to start what she would knew would be a difficult search, to put it mildly. All she had was a faded photo and a name. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.
A few hours later, she was on a plane to London to find a man she had never seen. She had to find Victor Caster, her real father.
The plane landed in London late. Cherry rented a car and went to her hotel before she started her search. She needed to rest from the flight and the stress was making her feel like her eyelids were made of lead. She showered and went to sleep. Her search would start in the morning.
Cherry was up early doing a public records search on line for Victor Caster. So far the results were very thin. There was no death record or obituary, so there was a chance he was still alive.
Cherry’s mother Greta had been unfaithful to her father the summer she went abroad to study. She came home not knowing that she was pregnant. Alex Morgan married her only two weeks after she returned. When Greta realized she was carrying another man’s child, she told Alex. Alex was the one that suggested that they keep it a secret from everyone, especially his father, Max Morgan.
Cherry had no idea until her parents died. That was when she received the letter from the lawyer that contained the photo and what little information her mother had on her biological father.
Victor had worked as a footman in a house near Piccadilly Circle. She had met him at a cocktail party and continued to see him throughout the time she had been in London.
Cherry was going to start with that house and the family that owned it. There was going to be a slight problem. According to the society pages, the family was at their county estate and not currently in residence. She was going to have to take a chance that someone was still at the house and could point her in the right direction.
Cherry walked up to the house and knocked on the door. An older man opened the door and Cherry blinked in amazement. Her father had opened the door.
Victor was older and grayer but he was still as handsome as the young man in the faded photo, Cherry was clutching in her hand.
“Miss? May I help you?” Victor asked her.
“Yes. I need to speak to you about something.” Cherry held up the photo. “Is this you?”
“Yes.” Victor stepped outside and closed the door. “Where did you get that?”
“It belonged to my mother. Greta Morgan.” Cherry saw a flicker of recognition in the man’s face. “You knew her as Greta Maxwell.”
“Cherry? Is that you?” Victor looked her up and down. “I should have known it was you. You look exactly like your mother. I never expected to meet you in person. I received a letter after your mother’s passing. She wanted to explain why she had married Alex Morgan. She didn’t have to explain. I was a footman with nothing and he was a wealthy young man.”
“Have you ever told anyone about me?” Cherry asked.
“No. It was part of the agreement that I made with her when she first contacted me after your birth.” Victor frowned. “Why are you here now? Forgive me, I have always wanted to see how you turned out but this is so unexpected.”
“Someone is trying to blackmail me.” Cherry pulled the letter out of her bag and showed it to him.
Victor frowned even deeper. “Why would someone send you this? Is someone trying to take advantage of you in some way?”
“I’m not sure.” Cherry bit her lip. “I have a cousin that wasn’t pleased when he was left out of the family fortune. But Baxter would never resort to this kind of thing. He’s a lawyer. He would be more direct. There’s someone else out there that knows that I’m your daughter.”
“I haven’t told anyone but there was someone that knew of my relationship with Greta.” Victor hesitated for a moment. He handed the letter back to her. “It was Lady Veronica. She and your mother were close.”
“Where is she now?” Cherry put the letter and the photo away in her bag.
“She is in New York on holiday.” Victor rubbed his chin. “Where are you staying in London? I will find out her itinerary and get it to you.”
“I am staying near the airport. I’m just here to find you then I was going to go back.” Cherry looked at the man’s sad face in front of her. “Why don’t you come to supper? We can talk and get to know each other a little.”
“Do you think that is wise?” Victor looked around. “The person who sent you that letter may be watching your every move.”
Cherry looked around. “I don’t think so. But I think it will be all right if you come to see me. I’m at the Belmont, room 334.”
“Half past eight then?” Victor suggested.
Cherry smiled and nodded. “I better go.” She waved as she left him standing on the street.
Fandom: Original
Characters: Cherry Morgan, Victor Caster
Author: sidhe_faerie
Rating: PG
Length: 1327
Content notes: #13 Advantage This is going to be the start of something (I hope) I just don’t know what yet.
Summary: Cherry isn’t who she says she is but now someone knows her secret. She must find the only person that could have exposed the truth.
The Secret (Part 1)
Three days after her father’s funeral, Cherry Morgan walked up the steps to the front door of her house and pulled the mail out of the box. She brushed back her shoulder length blonde hair and pulled her keys out of her pocket. She looked through the mail and gasped.
There was a letter with no postage and no return address. Her name was spelled out in magazine cut outs. There was nothing else on the envelope.
Cherry dropped the rest of the mail on the porch and opened the envelope. Inside, there was a note. All it said was: “I know who you really are.”
Cherry wasn’t easy to take advantage of. She had been around the block and she knew when people were trying to get over on her. Right now someone was really trying to get over on her. She was being blackmailed.
She knew the only way they could have gotten the information about her true identity was to find the letter that her mother had left her. They had to have taken it from her attic. She couldn’t believe that someone has been in her house. What was worst, they knew where she kept her secrets.
Cherry picked up the mail and rushed inside. She threw the mail on the hall table as she rushed past on the way up the stairs to the attic and started to look for the proof that someone had been there. She went from one end of the attic to the other but there was nothing. Nothing had been touched there was still dust covering everything.
She opened the trunk that held her secrets but noting was missing or disturbed. She sat and stared into the trunk. She needed to things through for a moment.
The blackmailer thought he had the advantage. He had information that he knew she didn’t want to surface. Cherry had to figure out how he had gotten it if he had not taken it from the trunk in the attic.
There were only a few people that knew she wasn’t really the granddaughter of Max Morgan, the real estate mogul. Two of them were dead and the third had left the country years ago.
Cherry wondered if that third person was the one that was blackmailing her. She knew that she was going to have to find him and see. She had no choice but to find her real father.
She ran down the stairs to her room and packed a bag. She knew she would need to start in London. That was the last place she knew her father to be.
After a phone call to the airline and another to request a cab, she was ready to start what she would knew would be a difficult search, to put it mildly. All she had was a faded photo and a name. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.
A few hours later, she was on a plane to London to find a man she had never seen. She had to find Victor Caster, her real father.
The plane landed in London late. Cherry rented a car and went to her hotel before she started her search. She needed to rest from the flight and the stress was making her feel like her eyelids were made of lead. She showered and went to sleep. Her search would start in the morning.
Cherry was up early doing a public records search on line for Victor Caster. So far the results were very thin. There was no death record or obituary, so there was a chance he was still alive.
Cherry’s mother Greta had been unfaithful to her father the summer she went abroad to study. She came home not knowing that she was pregnant. Alex Morgan married her only two weeks after she returned. When Greta realized she was carrying another man’s child, she told Alex. Alex was the one that suggested that they keep it a secret from everyone, especially his father, Max Morgan.
Cherry had no idea until her parents died. That was when she received the letter from the lawyer that contained the photo and what little information her mother had on her biological father.
Victor had worked as a footman in a house near Piccadilly Circle. She had met him at a cocktail party and continued to see him throughout the time she had been in London.
Cherry was going to start with that house and the family that owned it. There was going to be a slight problem. According to the society pages, the family was at their county estate and not currently in residence. She was going to have to take a chance that someone was still at the house and could point her in the right direction.
Cherry walked up to the house and knocked on the door. An older man opened the door and Cherry blinked in amazement. Her father had opened the door.
Victor was older and grayer but he was still as handsome as the young man in the faded photo, Cherry was clutching in her hand.
“Miss? May I help you?” Victor asked her.
“Yes. I need to speak to you about something.” Cherry held up the photo. “Is this you?”
“Yes.” Victor stepped outside and closed the door. “Where did you get that?”
“It belonged to my mother. Greta Morgan.” Cherry saw a flicker of recognition in the man’s face. “You knew her as Greta Maxwell.”
“Cherry? Is that you?” Victor looked her up and down. “I should have known it was you. You look exactly like your mother. I never expected to meet you in person. I received a letter after your mother’s passing. She wanted to explain why she had married Alex Morgan. She didn’t have to explain. I was a footman with nothing and he was a wealthy young man.”
“Have you ever told anyone about me?” Cherry asked.
“No. It was part of the agreement that I made with her when she first contacted me after your birth.” Victor frowned. “Why are you here now? Forgive me, I have always wanted to see how you turned out but this is so unexpected.”
“Someone is trying to blackmail me.” Cherry pulled the letter out of her bag and showed it to him.
Victor frowned even deeper. “Why would someone send you this? Is someone trying to take advantage of you in some way?”
“I’m not sure.” Cherry bit her lip. “I have a cousin that wasn’t pleased when he was left out of the family fortune. But Baxter would never resort to this kind of thing. He’s a lawyer. He would be more direct. There’s someone else out there that knows that I’m your daughter.”
“I haven’t told anyone but there was someone that knew of my relationship with Greta.” Victor hesitated for a moment. He handed the letter back to her. “It was Lady Veronica. She and your mother were close.”
“Where is she now?” Cherry put the letter and the photo away in her bag.
“She is in New York on holiday.” Victor rubbed his chin. “Where are you staying in London? I will find out her itinerary and get it to you.”
“I am staying near the airport. I’m just here to find you then I was going to go back.” Cherry looked at the man’s sad face in front of her. “Why don’t you come to supper? We can talk and get to know each other a little.”
“Do you think that is wise?” Victor looked around. “The person who sent you that letter may be watching your every move.”
Cherry looked around. “I don’t think so. But I think it will be all right if you come to see me. I’m at the Belmont, room 334.”
“Half past eight then?” Victor suggested.
Cherry smiled and nodded. “I better go.” She waved as she left him standing on the street.