That same night, the news broke that Villa Haven in Arlington had been completed.
I immediately booked a private jet and flew with Janice to our new home so she could rest and recover.
The villa was stunning—lavish beyond imagination. No one would’ve guessed it was built on what used to be a graveyard.
But ever since Janice moved in, she had been feeling uneasy. Night after night, she was haunted by nightmares. The servants whispered about shadowy figures walking the halls after dark.
Hearing that, I was furious.
I called Roy and, with a sharp voice, I scolded him. “I told you to keep an eye on Halle! Why is she in Villa Haven, scaring Janice with her tricks?”
There was a long silence on the other end before Roy finally replied, his voice shaking.
“Mr. Stanley… Madam Halle is already dead.”
