Chapter 4 - CONFRONTING THE IMPOSTER
Mark handed the vintage gold key to his eldest son, keeping his eyes deadlocked on the dangerous woman before him.
"Stay with your brothers and sister by the stairs, kids," Mark instructed with calm, unwavering authority.
He advanced toward Elena, his charcoal grey suit jacket shifting with every deliberate, menacing step he took.
"You aren't Sarah... Sarah has a small scar above her left eyebrow that you clearly lack," Mark stated coldly.
Elena stopped backing away, a dark, wicked grin spreading across her carefully painted red lips.
"Sarah is locked away where nobody will ever find her, Mark... and the estate is legally mine," Elena declared.
Before Elena could reach for the front door handle, Mark lunged forward with blinding, athletic speed.
He pinned her arms against the wall beside the framed American flag, his grip tightening like a steel vice.
"You are going to tell me every single person involved in this sick identity theft ring," Mark demanded.
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Elena spat a curse onto the hardwood floor, refusing to yield an inch to the furious American father.
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