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Chapter 5 - The Loyal Traitor

Evelyn’s breath hitched in her throat. "This... this is impossible! Martha raised me! She took the blow for me on the roof! She's lying in a coma right now!"

"Martha was playing both sides," Julian explained coldly. "Beatrice had blackmailed Martha twenty years ago because of a hit-and-run crime Martha’s son committed. Martha poisoned your father because Beatrice forced her to. But when Beatrice ordered Martha to throw you off the roof, Martha couldn't bring herself to kill the child she raised. That's why she grabbed you."

Evelyn slumped onto the bed, her mind spinning. Her entire life was a web of deceit. Everyone she loved had either tried to kill her, manipulate her, or poison her family.

"So what do you want from me?" Evelyn whispered, looking up at Julian.

"I want revenge," Julian said, his eyes burning with intense hatred. "Daniel and Beatrice framed me five years ago, stole my share of the inheritance, and forced me into hiding. I want to destroy them completely. But to do that, we need the Montgomery master key—a digital ledger code that your father hid inside your family home."

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The screech of the chopper’s rotor blades vibrated directly through the freezing slate beneath my spine. The blinding white vortex of snow kicked up by the downdraft burned my eyes, but I forced my lids open, locking my gaze onto the amber visor of the rescue specialist dropping out of the sky.

The screech of the chopper’s rotor blades vibrated directly through the...

Daniel stepped toward the bed, his polished leather shoes squeaking against the pristine hospital linoleum. He reached for the tray table, his fingers brushing the edge of the papers. His voice was low, coated in a practiced, corporate calm that made my stomach churn worse than the spiked blood pressure.

Daniel stepped toward the bed, his polished leather shoes squeaking agai...

The silence in the dining room stretched thin, heavy enough to slice with a butter knife. Robert, Michael’s father, adjusted his napkin, completely oblivious to the silent war being fought across the porcelain plates.

The silence in the dining room stretched thin, heavy enough to slice wit...

"The old estate in Willow Creek..." Evelyn murmured.

"Yes," Julian said. "Tonight, we break into the Vance mansion. Daniel and Beatrice are hosting a charity gala there tonight to celebrate their 'recovery' from the family tragedy. We are going to crash their party."

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