Chapter 3: The Lethal Testimony
The audio didn't just fill the room; it occupied it. It was Chloe’s voice—cool, rhythmic, and devastatingly clear. “If I die tonight, the truth about who you really are will be sent to the District Attorney. The offshore accounts, the forged deeds, the shadow trusts... the cycle ends here.”
The Rival’s knees buckled. She had assumed Chloe was a frivolous socialite, a girl who spent her days choosing flowers and her nights chasing approval. She hadn't known that Chloe was an investigator, a woman who had spent years documenting every illegal transaction the Rival had ever authorized. The audio was a digital guillotine.
A massive, deep bass drop vibrated through the floorboards as the Lover stood, his gaze never wavering from the woman on the stairs. He stepped into the light, his whisper echoing off the marble: "You didn't just kill her. You just killed your own inheritance."
