Chapter 4: The House of Mirrors
Vanessa tried to run, but the doors were already locked. Mark stood up, his posture relaxed, his smile now chillingly wide. "You see, Vanessa, you were so busy looking down on everyone else that you never bothered to look at who I actually was. You didn't want a partner. You wanted a status symbol. Well, congratulations. You’re the fourth symbol."
The room was a prison of his design. The hotel staff, the guests, the security—they were all his employees. The entire event had been a calculated trap, a performance to finalize his control over Vanessa’s personal estate, which he had been siphoning off since the day they met.
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"The police are coming," Vanessa stammered, pulling out her phone.
"To whom?" Mark laughed. "The local precinct is on my payroll. The hotel manager? My cousin. You aren't leaving this building until the final papers are notarized, Vanessa. And trust me, you will sign them."
