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"It was an accident!" my sister cried out, laughing loudly as the heavy oak door crushed my newly operated leg. I couldn’t stop screaming in agony—and she knew all about my surgery. Everyone heard her cruel laughter echoing through the room. But her fiancé heard something else entirely in her tone. As he turned and looked straight at my sister, what horrifying secret did his eyes uncover? / Chapter 5 / 10

Chapter 6 - Shadows of the Past

The Vance ancestral estate loomed like a gothic fortress against the stormy autumn sky, surrounded by centuries-old weeping willows and iron-wrought gates. The sprawling mansion was illuminated by thousands of fairy lights, welcoming hundreds of the country's most powerful politicians, business titans, and media moguls for what was billed as the "Pre-Wedding Gala of the Century."

Jessica was in her absolute glory.

Dressed in a custom-designed, diamond-encrusted silver gown that cost more than an average house, she flitted among the high-society guests like an untouchable queen. She laughed, sipped vintage champagne, and flashed her massive engagement ring at every camera that pointed in her direction.

I sat in a discreet alcove on the second-floor mezzanine, watching her through the gilded balustrade. I wore a tailored black evening gown with a long slit that deliberately revealed my high-tech carbon fiber knee brace. I held a polished mahogany cane in my right hand. Beside me stood Ethan, impeccably dressed in a midnight-black tuxedo, an earpiece discreetly tucked into his ear.

"All feeds are live," Ethan whispered into his collar microphone. "Audio channels three and four are hot. The District Attorney and the Chief of Police are standing near the grand staircase on the ground floor."

"Does she suspect anything?" I asked, my heart pounding like a war drum against my ribs.

"No," Ethan replied, offering a grim smirk. "Her vanity is her blind spot. She believes I am completely under her spell, and that you are too broken and terrified to ever challenge her again."

Just then, my phone buzzed in my clutch. It was an anonymous text message containing an audio clip. I pressed play and held it to my ear.

It was a recording intercepted by Ethan's security team twenty minutes ago. Jessica was speaking on a burner phone in the powder room:

*"...I don't care how you do it, Marcus. The wheelchair ramp at the church on Saturday—make sure the locking pin is loose. If Clara insists on attending the ceremony, I want her tumbling down the marble steps before the vows are exchanged. I want her neck broken this time. No more half-measures."*

Hearing my own sister calmly order my execution made the blood run cold in my veins, but it also incinerated any lingering shred of pity or familial love I had left for her.

"She really is a monster," I whispered.

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"She is about to realize that she was never the apex predator in this room," Ethan said, extending his arm toward me. "It's time, Clara. Let us go greet the bride."

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