Chapter 2


"You've crossed your final line, Richard," Elena stated, her voice a calm, chilling whisper that sliced through the stunned silence of the mansion. She adjusted the strap of her black travel suitcase, her gaze burning with quiet fury.
Beatrice clutched the fabric of her navy blue dress, her smug composure completely shattered into whimpering panic. The dirty white cloth Richard had thrown at Elena lay discarded near the base of the stairs, a silent witness to their cruelty.