Chapter 3 - Victoria's Cold Ultimatum
High up on the asphalt pullout, the black SUV idled with its engine humming smoothly in the salty air.
Victoria Calloway stepped out onto the roadway, adjusting the sharp lapels of her immaculate royal blue pantsuit with chilling composure.
She walked slowly toward the edge of the cliff, looking down at her son with eyes devoid of any maternal warmth.
“Let her go, Daniel,” Victoria called out, her voice cutting through the wind like a razor-sharp blade.
“That girl was never part of our family legacy, and her unborn child only threatens everything we built.”
Daniel turned his head, glaring up at his mother with a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.
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“You tried to murder my wife and my unborn baby, Mother!” Daniel screamed back, his voice cracking with rage.
Victoria merely raised an eyebrow, pulling a small silver switchblade from her pocket with slow, deliberate elegance.
