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The silence that followed Bella Langford’s arrival on the terrace did not feel like shock. It felt like calculation. / Chapter 15 / 30

Chapter 15 - Setting the BaitThe following evening, the sun dipped below the Florida horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and fiery orange.

In her cramped Boca Raton apartment, Patricia Ashford sat by her small desk, staring impatiently at the antique grandfather clock in the corner. It was 8:00 PM. The forty-eight-hour deadline she had set in her poison letter was ticking away rapidly.

Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated violently against the Formica tabletop.

She snatched it up instantly. The caller ID displayed an unknown, blocked number.

Patricia swiped to answer, pressing the phone tightly against her ear. “Speak.”

“Good evening, Patricia,” Catherine’s calm, level voice echoed through the speaker. There was no terror in it, no desperation—only an eerie, chilling composure.

Patricia stiffened, gripping the edge of the desk. “I see you received my delivery. Have you made your decision, Catherine, or do I need to send the second batch of files to the Miami Herald?”

“You are remarkably bold for a woman living on generic soup in a two-star apartment complex,” Catherine replied smoothly, a faint chuckle slipping through the line. “You want the estate back? You want the voting shares? Fine. Let’s meet.”

Patricia’s breath hitched with triumph. The iron fortress had cracked. The young girl had finally surrendered.

“Name the place,” Patricia demanded, trying to keep the trembling excitement out of her voice.

“The old gazebo on the Ashford Palm Beach estate grounds,” Catherine said clearly. “Midnight. Just the two of us. Bring the original master archive box so we can exchange signatures on the transfer deeds directly.”

“Midnight at the estate,” Patricia repeated, her eyes gleaming with vindictive pleasure. “I’ll be there, Catherine. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The line went dead. Patricia lowered the phone slowly, a victorious, wicked smile spreading across her wrinkled face. She had won. The queen had taken her crown back.

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The heavy mahogany door of the dressing room seemed to close in on us, trapping the suffocating tension inside. Richard’s hands were shaking as he clutched the small, tarnished silver pendant. His knuckles were bone-white.

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The heavy silver fork slipped from my fingers, clattering sharply against the gold-rimmed porcelain of my dinner plate.

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The heavy mahogany door of the Fairmont Copley suite clicked shut with a muffled, expensive thud.

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What Patricia Ashford did not know—what her arrogant, calculating mind failed to anticipate—was that the gazebo at midnight was not a meeting place for a surrender.

It was the center of a trap. And the federal marshals were already waiting in the dark.

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