CHAPTER 3
Inside the vaulted master suite, Victoria poured herself a glass of vintage Pinot Noir while laughing softly at Mark’s casual dismissal of the pool incident. She adjusted her diamond tennis necklace under the warm chandelier light, entirely convinced her domestic dominance was complete.
“The child needs to learn respect, Mark, or she will grow up just like her biological mother,” Victoria remarked coolly, swirling the deep red liquid in her glass.
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Mark sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, loosening his custom silk tie with a weary sigh that betrayed a flicker of nagging unease. Yet, he pushed the conscience-prick aside, choosing comfort over paternal duty while his daughter shivered upstairs in the dark nursery.
Across the hall, Charles sat at a small oak desk in Lily’s bedroom, plugging a micro-SD card retrieved from the hidden camera sewn into Lily’s tennis dress bow. The high-definition footage began playing silently on the screen, capturing every single cruel word and malicious shove Victoria had just executed.
