Chapter 2: The Plunge into the Abyss
Plummeting toward the sprawling city lights, paralyzed by absolute horror, was a young woman whose fairytale romance had just become a deadly nightmare. The same flowing blue dress that Julian had lovingly chosen for her danced violently in the freezing slipstream. The same beautiful face that had graced the society pages just hours before was now contorted in a silent scream of agony.
The only difference was the devastating secret she carried.
Nora wasn't just fighting for her own survival; she was five weeks pregnant with Julian’s child—the next true heir to the Vance fortune. The other fell helplessly through the darkness, clutching her stomach in her final moments, a mother trying desperately to shield her unborn baby from the rushing wind.
One woman stood elegantly behind the safe glass railing, blinded by her own toxic obsession and feeling totally untouchable. Victoria adjusted her diamond necklace, picked up her forgotten glass of wine, and walked calmly back into the penthouse suite, entirely oblivious to the mechanical eye that had recorded every single millisecond of her crime.
But the universe refused to let the dark deed go unnoticed.
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Just twelve floors below, the penthouse tower featured an advanced, high-tension architectural safety net system—a structural requirement implemented by the city for high-rise renovations. Nora’s falling body crashed violently into the heavy nylon webbing of the fifty-third floor. The impact was brutal, knocking the wind from her lungs and fracturing her wrist, but the safety grid held.
Gasping for air, clutching her stomach in the darkness, Nora crawled onto the maintenance catwalk, her blue dress torn to shreds. She was alive. And her desperate love for the billionaire heir instantly hardened into an unyielding desire for total, systemic retribution.
