Chapter 3 - The Family Turns On Eleanor
Whispers erupted across the lavish dining room as the wealthy relatives turned their harsh, judgmental gazes toward the trembling matriarch.
Uncle Richard slammed his wine glass down onto the marble table, the red liquid splashing dangerously close to his silver dinner plate.
“Is this true, Eleanor? You drugged your own bowl just to frame a young woman you never wanted in this family?” Richard thundered.
Eleanor took a ragged step backward, her manicured hands gripping the back of her velvet chair for physical support.
“She is a gold-digger who doesn't belong among us! You all know it!” Eleanor shrieked, losing her aristocratic grace entirely.
“She is my wife, Mother, and you just tried to send her to prison using a fabricated poisoning charge!” Julian shouted, standing up abruptly.
The glittering crystal chandeliers overhead seemed to hum with the electric fury bouncing between the fractured family members.
Grace watched quietly, realizing that the golden cage she had married into was built on foundations of pure hypocrisy and deception.
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Chloe looked up through her tear-stained eyes, her voice trembling as she delivered the final blow to Eleanor’s crumbling defense.
“Aunt Eleanor threatened to cut off my tuition if I didn't help her switch the bowls before dinner,” Chloe confessed softly.
