Chapter 12 - The Fake Bride’s Cold Confession Inside The Holding Cell
Detective Miller entered the chilly interrogation room, tossing a thick manila folder onto the stainless-steel table.
Clara looked up, her expression arrogant and unbothered as she leaned back in her chair with folded arms.
“You’re looking at twenty years in a federal penitentiary, Clara. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Detective Miller asked.
“I didn't hurt anyone. It was just a harmless prank between twin sisters that went a little sideways,” Clara lied smoothly.
“A prank? You locked your sister in a closet and tried to steal a multi-million-dollar estate using fraud,” the detective scoffed.
“Chloe always stole everything from me when we were kids. I was just taking back what rightfully belonged to our family,” Clara snapped.
“That excuse won't hold up in a court of law when the federal prosecutor presents your forged bank transfer slips,” Miller warned.
Clara’s arrogant facade finally cracked for a split second, her jaw tightening as she realized her excuses meant nothing.
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She had lost the game, but her bitterness and hatred toward Chloe burned hotter than ever before.
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