My Love Until the Last Goodbye (Mary and Maximus)

"Mr. Moriarty, do you remember asking us to keep an eye on young Sebastian?" Anthony Moriarty's assistant inquired.

"Yes. What about him?" Moriarty asked, his expression already showing irritation.

"We detected some... unusual activity on his computer," the assistant said, sounding nervous.

"What kind of activity?" Moriarty's patience was thin-he hated when people beat around the bush.

"He's been searching for Frank Levett. He did it through the dark web..." The assistant finally spilled the information, knowing full well his boss wouldn't be pleased.

"And?" Moriarty's response took him by surprise.

"Well... he found him," the assistant said worriedly.

"That little brat... What the hell does he want?" Moriarty muttered as he stood up from his desk.

"Revenge... don't you think?" the assistant offered, trying to make sense of it all.noveldrama

"That damn Frank Levett just won't die in peace," the judge muttered, staring out the window.

Outside, Angela and Valentina were playing in the garden. He knew perfectly well that his wife had grown fond of the boy. Not that he was someone easy to forget- Moriarty himself sometimes forgot about him. But his wife spoke with Sebastian every day, fully embracing her role as his big sister. If something happened to the kid, it would become a real problem for Moriarty down the line.

"What do you want us to do?" the assistant asked nervously.

"Book three plane tickets to New Zealand. Clear my schedule for a week-come up with some excuse and tell them I can't make it. Then go to that damn nursing home and move Frank out. If Sebastian found him, I have no choice. I need to relocate him."

"Don't you think he'll keep searching?"

"I know he will! But listen, that boy is my wife's brother now. She cares about him, and believe me, sometimes I want to strangle the brat, but then I see Angela and hold back... What the hell did I do to deserve babysitting a damn kid?"

"Sir... I know you won't admit it, but you care about him too. The boy is good. He's just the only one, besides your wife, who dares to challenge you. If you think about it, he could be a worthy successor-a son, even."

"Are you out of your mind? That brat will never be like a son to me! In fact, the farther he stays from me, the better."

The assistant just shook his head. He knew the truth. Judge Moriarty, in his own way, did care about the boy. And it went both ways-Sebastian acted like he hated him, but the truth was, one night, after a few drinks, he had admitted how grateful he was for everything Moriarty had done for him and his mother.

Anthony Moriarty had been the only one who truly helped them. Sure, he had his own reasons, but they had nothing to do with money or personal gain. He had sought justice—and he had achieved it. The only problem was that one man still hadn't paid his dues: Frank Levett Sr.

"I'm just saying... The boy has potential. If you take him under your wing, he could become a great judge, just like you."

"I hate that he changed his major... I still haven't forgiven Angela for not telling

me."

"Sir, young Sebastian is on the right path. Something tells me that, under your guidance, he could be a great judge one day."

"Yeah, right! A judge? That brat can't even judge himself!"

The assistant wanted to keep pushing, but if there was one thing Anthony Moriarty was good at, it was controlling his emotions. He could flash a smile while internally seething, and no one would ever know.

"Alright, I'll make sure Frank Levett is moved by tonight," the assistant confirmed.

"Good. No mistakes."

Once the assistant left, Moriarty

turned back to the window. His wife must have sensed his gaze because she looked up and waved at him from the garden, blowing him a kiss. He smirked, faking a smile, and blew a kiss back.

He could be strict, but his wife, daughter, and father knew his softer

side. Deep down, he was a good man. And as much as he wouldn't

admit it, Lucius had earned his respect. The boy had real talent for law Meeting that girl had changed him.

Anthony knew that if he didn't move Frank, then yes-Lucius, or Sebastian, would move heaven and earth to kill the man who had allowed his mother to suffer at

Leonardo's hands for years. He net

already knew Leonardo was dead, and that brought him peace. But he also knew Frank Levett, his grandfather, was still alive, rotting in a hospital after being badly beaten in prison-where he had once ruled like a king.

"Ah, Lucius... Can't you just let go of the past? Let those demons rest...

"You should know something-I'm a man of my word.

"One: I promised your mother nothing would happen to you.

"Two: I promised Frank he would die of old age, and I'm keeping that promise. "Three: I'm waiting for Pierre Legrand Bouygues to properly take care of Alexia. "I've made many promises, and if there's one thing I don't break, it's my word. "So I'll protect you... even if it's from yourself.

"Either Frank dies, or you get tired of chasing him. But the two of you will never meet again. That's on me."

Anthony Moriarty knew one thing for certain: Lucius—or Sebastian-could not let vengeance consume him. It wouldn't bring him peace. It would only stain his hands.

The judge secretly hoped that one day, someone would finally tell him that Frank Levett was dead. But the old bastard just wouldn't die. He was resilient.

In the end, Marcus Bartz had played the long game. His revenge had been slow and merciless.