Kim Tate’s world was turned upside down when she discovered the empty stall where her beloved horse, Apollo, had been kept. The door was ajar, with a few strands of Apollo’s mane caught in the latch. Panic surged through Kim as her heart raced. Known for her commanding presence and sharp mind as the queen of Home Farm, this was a challenge she hadn’t anticipated. Who would dare to steal something so precious to her?

With her mind racing, Kim quickly assessed her list of potential suspects. Could it be Cain Dingle, who had a longstanding grudge against her? Or perhaps Jamie, her own son, who might be seeking revenge for her domineering control over his life? Kim knew she couldn’t rule anyone out.

She stormed into the grand living room, where her fiancé, Will, was relaxing with a glass of whiskey. Upon seeing the distress on Kim’s face, Will’s expression turned to one of alarm. “What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his glass aside.

“Apollo is gone,” Kim snapped, struggling to contain her fury. “Someone has stolen him.”

Will’s eyes widened with concern. “Are you sure? Maybe he just got loose.”

Kim shot him a withering look. “The door was open, and the latch was tampered with. This wasn’t an accident.”

Visibly shaken, Will ran a hand through his hair. “We need to call the police. They can start searching for him immediately.”

Kim shook her head, her lips pressed into a tight line. “No police. I refuse to involve them.”

Will’s frustration mounted. “Why not? This is serious, Kim.”

Kim’s eyes were steely, masking a storm of fear and rage beneath. “Whoever did this wants me to panic and beg for help. I won’t give them that satisfaction.”

Despite Will’s reluctance, he knew better than to argue when Kim was this resolute. “So, what do you want me to do?”

Kim turned away from him, gazing out into the dark night. “We start by questioning everyone on the estate. Someone must have seen something. Then we follow the trail, no matter where it leads.”

As the night wore on, the tension at Home Farm was palpable. Kim’s mind raced with suspicions and strategies. This wasn’t just a battle for control; it was personal. Apollo was not just a horse; he was a symbol of her affections and status.

Kim Tate was determined to find Apollo, and whoever had taken him would face her wrath. She had always achieved her goals, and this time would be no exception. The search for her stolen horse had just begun, and Kim was ready to ensure that justice would be served.