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“The happy family charade is over. Sign the deed to the company over to us, Victoria. Or else…”
I subtly brushed my fingertips against the hidden camera, steadying my racing heart.
Two hundred of the city’s most powerful people were holding their breath downstairs.
“Or else what, Damian?” I asked, locking my cold eyes dead onto the microscopic lens…
“Sign the deed over to us, Victoria. Or you’re having these twins in a psychiatric ward.”
A cold, acidic dread pooled in my stomach, so intense it made my vision blur.
Serena sat up languidly, taking her time to wrap my ivory silk sheet around her lithe body.
She brushed a stray blonde curl from her face and let out a sharp, grating laugh that echoed against the vaulted ceiling.
“Don’t look so surprised, sweetie,” she purred, her eyes dancing with a malicious, unrestrained joy. “You always were emotionally unstable. Everyone knows it. The grief of losing your daddy just… broke your fragile little mind.”
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. My breath came in short, jagged spikes.
This wasn’t just infidelity. This was an ambush. This was a calculated execution of my sanity and my freedom.
They smiled at me, a pair of synchronized predators mistaking my absolute, paralyzing silence for pure terror.
They couldn’t see my eyes flick down.
Resting perfectly against my collarbone, imperceptible against the glare of the diamonds, a microscopic red light pulsed.
The camera.
The realization hit me with the force of a defibrillator. My shock didn’t fade; it crystallized.
The frantic beating of my heart slowed, turning into a steady, metronomic rhythm of cold, tactical calculation.
They weren’t just confessing to me. They were standing on a stage of their own making.
As Damian stepped closer, clicking a gold monogrammed pen to offer it to me, a subtle, rhythmic vibration buzzed against my left wrist.
My smartwatch screen briefly illuminated in the dim light. I glanced down, shielding the movement with my swollen belly.
It was a text from Marcus, my Head of Security:
“Ma’am… the whole room is watching. What are your orders?”…
Chapter 1: The Platinum Snare
The icy bite of platinum against my collarbone was the only real thing in a room suffocating with expensive illusions.
