Chapter 4: The House of Glass
The color drained from Cassandra’s face until she looked like a marble statue. She lunged for the paper, but Silas blocked her path, his frame like a stone wall.
"The ultrasound you tore up?" Elise continued, her voice dropping to a whisper. "That was a copy. The original is with the family attorney, along with the audio of your threats from the last twenty minutes. You didn't just lose the money, Cassandra. You lost your standing. You are no longer a Vane."
The villa, once a symbol of Cassandra's power, suddenly felt like a prison. She realized then that the "pregnant heir" she had so gleefully bullied was actually the hunter, and she was the prey who had walked willingly into the trap. The inheritance wasn't just decided; it had been weaponized.
