Chapter 2
"You worthless servant, you have just destroyed months of careful planning and millions of dollars in corporate succession leverage!" Elena shrieked hysterically.
Sarah turned her head fractionally toward the older woman, her blue-uniformed shoulders squaring against the verbal assault with unshakable dignity.
"My job is to maintain household safety, Mrs. Vance, not to assist in the premeditated murder of an unborn American heir," Sarah retorted sharply.
Marcus raised the hunting knife higher, the blade catching the amber glow of the crystal chandelier and casting a sinister reflection across his cheek.
"There is no heir, Sarah; there is only a legal obstacle standing between our family trust and the total liquidation of Vance Industries," Marcus sneered.
Clara’s eyes widened in sheer, paralyzed horror as her husband openly confessed to the dark conspiracy designed to erase her and her child.
"You... you never loved me; you just married me to secure my father's corporate shares before he passed away," Clara sobbed quietly.
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"Affection is a luxury for the poor, my dear; high society operates entirely on ruthless acquisitions and absolute control," Marcus replied coldly.
The heavy oak doors at the end of the grand hallway suddenly shuddered under the immense weight of an aggressive, synchronized external impact.
