Chapter 3 - Rachel Attempts To Escape Through The Garden Doors
Rachel’s confident emerald-green velvet gown swished as she took two swift steps backward toward the French doors. She realized her master plan was unraveling faster than she had ever anticipated.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mark snarled, moving quickly to block her path to the terrace. Rachel lifted her chin, attempting to mask her rising panic with cold arrogance. "I have done nothing wrong, Mark; the child probably found that glass herself," Rachel lied smoothly.
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Sarah screamed from the floor, tears streaming down her pale face as she pressed her fingers against Emma's cold wrist. "She whispered your name, you monster! She said you told her to drink it!" Sarah shrieked in agonizing grief.
Rachel stepped back again, her hand slipping toward the brass door handle behind her.
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