Chapter 4 - Elliot Confronts The Empty Space Where Marissa Vanished
Back inside the sprawling master bedroom, Elliot paced across the designer rug like a caged animal.
The vanity mirror was smeared with a single phrase written in crimson lipstick: The sins of the father belong to the son.
Elliot slammed his fist against the mahogany bedpost, feeling the familiar foundations of his privileged world violently fracture.
Marissa had packed nothing except a small leather folio containing decades-old family court transcripts and bank ledgers.
She had slipped out the French doors leading to the rear terrace while Elliot was downstairs dealing with business calls.
No security cameras captured her departure; every digital feed on the perimeter had been systematically looped or wiped clean.
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She was a ghost who had spent years infiltrating the inner circle of the Hayes family with terrifying precision.
And she had left behind a detonator that was about to blow the entire dynasty into a million jagged pieces.
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