Chapter 4: The House of Cards
"The police are already in the drive," Catherine continued, her tone clinical. "They aren't here for a domestic dispute. They are here for corporate fraud, embezzlement, and systemic abuse. You thought you were silencing Elena, forcing her into the kitchen to keep her from her own business empire. Instead, you kept her exactly where she needed to be—monitoring the house’s internal systems while you foolishly gave her access to your encrypted accounts."
Elena stood up, the wet sponge falling from her hand. The fragility that had defined her for years began to fracture, revealing a core of steel. She walked over to her mother, standing shoulder to shoulder with her.
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"You never loved me, Mark," Elena said, her voice steady and echoing with newfound power. "You loved the idea of controlling a legacy you could never build. And while you were busy playing the king, you forgot that the queen was the one who actually owned the chessboard."
Mark collapsed into a kitchen chair, his world evaporating. Beatrice tried to speak, but her words died in her throat as the sirens began to wail in the distance, growing louder with every passing second.
