Chapter 9
Isabella stood in the doorway, holding a small silver pistol equipped with a heavy black suppressor.
Her ivory satin wedding dress was slightly dirtied at the hem, but her hands were steady as a rock.
“Put the papers back on the vanity, Emma,” Isabella ordered, her voice completely devoid of emotion.
Emma slowly stepped back from the vanity, keeping her hands visible in her yellow gloves as she held the documents.
“You poisoned your first husband,” Emma stated directly, staring into the bride’s cold, lifeless eyes.
“And you were planning to do the exact same thing to William after you locked Ethan away.”
Isabella let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded terrifyingly hollow in the quiet dressing room.
“William is a foolish, gullible man who missed his dead wife so much he believed every lie I told him,” Isabella sneered.
“He thought I was his savior, when in reality, I am his ultimate reckoning.”
“The police will find Ethan outside, Isabella,” Emma warned, holding her ground. “He knows everything.”
Isabella’s smile faded slightly, a flicker of genuine irritation passing across her smooth face.
“Ethan is a traumatized child whose mother died of cancer,” Isabella dismissed carelessly.
“No court in New York City will take the word of a nine-year-old boy over William Sterling’s new wife.”
“And as for you, Emma… housekeepers suffer fatal accidents on wet marble stairs all the time.”
Isabella raised the suppressed pistol, aiming it directly at Emma’s chest with a cold, mechanical precision.
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Before she could pull the trigger, a loud voice shouted from the hallway behind her.
“Isabella! What are you doing with a gun?”
