Chapter 4 - Dominic Blocks Every Exit From The Grand Ballroom
The elegant guests invited to witness the engagement celebration murmured nervously among themselves near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Isabella stepped forward, her ivory dress whispering against the floor as she tried to salvage her vanishing future.
“Vincent, please look at me,” Isabella pleaded, her voice laced with manufactured panic and wounded innocence. “You can’t possibly believe a dead woman called you on a servant’s toy.”
Vincent slowly turned his head to look at Isabella, seeing the pristine perfection that had comforted him for two years.
Yet for the first time, he noticed the way her fingers twitched toward her purse instead of reaching out to comfort him.
“That wasn't a recording from three years ago, Isabella,” Vincent stated quietly, his eyes boring into her soul. “The battery indicator was at one percent.”
Isabella swallowed hard, her lips parting as she searched frantically for the right words to reverse the momentum.
“Phones lose battery over time while sitting in drawers,” Isabella argued quickly, though her voice lacked its usual melodic confidence.
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“Not smartphones stored without power for thirty-six months,” Vincent replied, his voice chillingly analytical.
Charles struggled against Dominic’s grip, his face turning purplish-red as the lawyer tried to reclaim control of the narrative.
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