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The silence in the grand ballroom was absolute, save for the distant, hollow dripping of a decorative ice sculpture near the caterers' station. Vanessa’s breath hitched, the bright, venomous smirk freezing on her face as my words echoed against the marble walls. / Chapter 1 / 8

Chapter 1 - The First Domino

The silence in the grand ballroom was absolute, save for the distant, hollow dripping of a decorative ice sculpture near the caterers' station. Vanessa’s breath hitched, the bright, venomous smirk freezing on her face as my words echoed against the marble walls.

"Shares?" Vanessa forced a high, brittle laugh, her gaze darting frantically toward my uncle Martin. "What are you talking about, Julian? The accident scrambled your brains. You're hallucinating."

"Am I?" I kept my voice deceptively calm, letting the wheelchair’s armrests bear the micro-adjustments of my weight as I shifted slightly. "Or did you and Martin spend the entire flight back from Zurich discussing how to declare me mentally unfit before the quarterly audit?"

Uncle Martin stepped forward, his face flushing a deep, mottled crimson. His tailored suit couldn't hide the panic tightening his shoulders. "That is enough, Julian! Your family gathered here to mourn your physical losses, and you hurl wild accusations at the woman who stood by you?"

"Stood by me?" I let out a low, humorless chuckle. "She hasn't stood anywhere near me unless there was a camera crew or a notary public present."

Vanessa’s eyes flashed with real venom now. The mask was slipping. The polished socialite facade was cracking to reveal the opportunist underneath. She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a harsh hiss. "You arrogant bastard. You think because you sit in that chair you’re untouchable? The board already signed off on emergency governance protocols three days ago. You’re a liability. You’re done."

Before I could answer, Clara shifted beside my chair. The young maid’s fingers, still resting on the edge of the gray wool blanket, tightened.

"She’s lying," Clara said.

The words weren't loud, but they cut through the heavy air like a scalpel. Every eye in the room snapped to Clara. A servant speaking out of turn in Martin’s household was practically an act of treason.

"What did you say, you filthy little nobody?" Vanessa shrieked, lunging forward as if she meant to claw Clara's eyes out.

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"I said she's lying," Clara repeated, standing up straight. She didn't look at Vanessa; she looked directly across the room at my best friend, Daniel. "And Mr. Daniel knows it."

Daniel flinched as if he’d been struck. The glass of scotch in his hand sloshed over the rim, dark amber liquid staining his pristine white cuff. He tried to look away, but it was too late. The trap was springing, and the first domino had fallen.

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