Chapter 4: The Tables Turn
The anniversary gala was set for the following weekend. The entire social register of the US East Coast would be there. It was the perfect stage.
Elena stopped acting the victim. She began to play their game, using the information she gleaned from Julian’s phone and the stolen documents. She contacted a rival pharmaceutical firm, providing them with evidence of the Sterling family's illegal human testing. She set up a secure drop for the data, timed to go live the moment she stepped onto the stage at the gala.
She had to survive the next forty-eight hours. Julian was becoming more aggressive, his patience wearing thin as he sensed her shifting demeanor. He started leaving "reminders" around the house—a pair of scissors on her pillow, the smell of chloroform in the hallways.
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The night of the gala, the house was a flurry of activity. Evelyn, draped in diamonds that cost more than small nations, cornered Elena in the powder room. "You have played your part well, dear. But tomorrow, you will be a memory. The board has decided the heir needs a more 'stable' mother. Chloe is ready."
Elena looked at her reflection. She wasn't afraid anymore. "The board doesn't decide anything anymore, Evelyn. The public does."
