Chapter 3
Back in the kitchen, Victoria slid down the side of the refrigerator until she hit the cold tile floor.
Her mind raced in a frantic panic as she tried to calculate how much Ethan actually knew about her past life.
She reached into the pocket of her emerald dress, pulling out her smartphone with shaking fingers to dial her attorney.
Before she could press the call button, the kitchen lights flickered once and then cut out completely, plunging the room into shadow.
"Looking for backup, Victoria?" a cold, metallic voice echoed from the dark doorway of the pantry.
Victoria screamed, dropping her phone as Ethan stepped out of the shadows with a secure satellite tablet in his hand.
"All outside communications are currently blocked by a localized military-grade jammer," Ethan stated, walking slowly toward her.
"Your lawyers in Manhattan can't save you tonight, Victoria. Nobody can."
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Victoria scrambled backward on the floor, pulling her green silk skirt around her legs like a trapped animal.
"Ethan, please! I was just stressed out! Being a stepmother is harder than you think!" she cried out pathetically.
