Arrogant two toned husband shocked when brave stepson exposes sinister coma plot to open coffin and uncover deadly family secrets during the rainy funeral ceremony
CHAPTER 2
The heavy mahogany lid of the pristine white coffin groaned against the damp, pressurized air of the Greenwich estate lawn.
Rain lashed furiously across the black umbrellas of the stunned mourners as security guards stumbled backward in sheer disbelief.
With desperate, trembling hands, the two-toned-haired husband lunged forward, his tailored navy suit soaked through to the skin.
“Lift it! Fast, damn you!” he screamed, his voice cracking into a frantic, hysterical shriek that shattered the solemn silence.
The two burly attendants exchanged terrified glances before finally obeying his frantic command, wrenching the heavy lid completely off its hinges.
A collective gasp echoed across the wet grass as the interior lights of the specialized casket illuminated the pale face within.
There was no stiff, waxy rigidity of a corpse, but rather the shallow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest fighting for oxygen.
Elena lay motionless beneath the white satin lining, her eyes closed, yet her lips parted softly in an unconscious, rhythmic breath.
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“She’s breathing... My God, she’s actually breathing!” a prominent Wall Street trustee whispered, dropping his black umbrella into the muddy turf.
The husband stood frozen at the edge of the open vault, his pupils dilated with cold, unadulterated terror as his secret layout collapsed in broad daylight.
