Chapter 11 - Margaret’s Desperate Defenses Crumble
“Sloane... please,” Margaret whispered, lowering her hands to reveal tears streaming down her powdered cheeks.
“Think of the family name. Think of all the years we welcomed you into our home.”
“You welcomed me into your prison, Margaret, and you expected me to smile while you locked the doors,” I replied coldly.
“Every dress you picked, every interview you rewrote, every insult you whispered—I recorded all of it.”
Margaret’s eyes widened in sheer terror as she realized the true depth of the surveillance she had invited into her life.
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“You thought you were breaking me down, but you were actually giving me a masterclass in corporate survival,” I added.
Grandfather placed a warm, heavy hand on my shoulder, his eyes shining with profound pride and vindication.
