Chapter 3: The Luxury Prison
Panic erupted instantly. The guests swarmed the patio gates, but they were reinforced with electromagnetic locks that didn't budge an inch. The glass walls of the mansion—the very walls Chloe had boasted about—had been programmed to tint to an opaque, shatterproof black.
"Evelyn! Open these doors!" Chloe shrieked, sprinting toward the patio door. She slammed her hands against the glass, but it was like hitting a bank vault. "This isn't funny anymore!"
"Funny?" Evelyn walked onto the balcony, looking down at the terrified crowd below. "You were so eager to play lady of the manor, Chloe. I thought you might appreciate the state-of-the-art security features I installed specifically for intruders."
The guests were trapped. The mansion, designed to keep the world out, was now perfectly designed to keep everyone inside.
"Derek, do something!" one of the guests shouted, backing away from the pool as the water level began to rise, overflowing onto the deck and creating a slippery, claustrophobic mess.
Derek was hyperventilating, his eyes fixed on his mother. "Mom, you can't do this! This is kidnapping! The police—"
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"The police are currently occupied with the noise complaints your guests called in two hours ago," Evelyn said, her voice remaining calm and lethal. "But they aren't coming to help you. They’re coming to document the massive amount of illegal substances and unregistered liquor currently being consumed on my property. I’ve already sent the digital manifests to the authorities."
The arrogant daughter-in-law stood in her designer gear, finally realizing she had been outplayed by a master. The dream resort had turned into a prison in mere seconds.
