Chapter 6
Emma pulled Ethan behind the dense bushes, crouching low as security guards ran across the front driveway.
The main ballroom doors were wide open, and hundreds of wealthy guests were pouring out onto the manicured lawn.
Among the crowd stood William Sterling, his tuxedo jacket off, screaming orders at his chief of private security.
Beside him stood Isabella, holding a silk handkerchief to her face, pretending to weep dramatically into her husband’s shoulder.
“Look at her,” Emma muttered under her breath, her blood boiling at the woman’s flawless performance.
“She told my dad I ran away because I hated her,” Ethan whispered, clutching Emma’s arm tightly.
“We need to go to your dad right now, Ethan,” Emma said, looking toward the driveway filled with people.
“No!” Ethan gasped, shaking his head violently. “You can’t! She controls everything, Emma!”
“She has guards everywhere, and she made my dad sign papers that give her total control over his money!”
Emma paused, looking at the boy’s terrified face as the gravity of his words registered in her mind.
If they simply walked up to William right now, Isabella could easily frame Emma for trespassing or kidnapping.
A humble housekeeper wearing yellow gloves against a billionaire’s new, high-society bride would never stand a chance.
They needed physical proof—proof of the basement cell, the locked door, and the mystery papers in Isabella’s closet.
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“Where are those papers, Ethan?” Emma asked softly.
“In her private dressing room on the third floor,” Ethan revealed. “Inside the silver floor safe behind her mirror.”
