Chapter 3 - Confronting the Locked Bedroom Door
Without another word, the father gently unclasped the little girl's arms from his leg and stood straight up.
He stepped past the stepmother with a kinetic intensity that made the air in the luxurious room feel heavy and suffocating.
“Give me the key,” the father commanded, holding out his open palm right in front of her face.
“I told you, there is nothing up there! The guest rooms are just being remodeled!” she protested, backing away until she hit a pillar.
“If it’s just remodeling, you won't mind me checking every single square inch of the upper floor,” the father retorted coldly.
He didn't wait for her permission, striding toward the grand staircase with purposeful, heavy strides that echoed through the foyer.
The stepmother lunged forward, her fingers clawing desperately toward his arm to stop him from reaching the steps.
“You can’t go up there! You don't have the right!” she shrieked, losing her sophisticated facade completely.
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The father turned his head slightly, his dark eyes flashing with an unyielding fury that stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Everything in this house belongs to my children and me, and you have just run out of excuses,” he stated flatly.
