Chapter 8 - The Lethal Confession
The massive television screen illuminated the silent, terrified faces of the high-society guests.
The crystal-clear footage showed the grand living room just thirty minutes earlier. It clearly showed Hannah walking into the hallway. And then, it showed Victoria and Eleanor standing exactly where they were now.
On the massive screen, Victoria pulled the five-million-dollar diamond ring off her own finger. With a cruel, malicious laugh, she aggressively shoved the heavy jewelry deep into the pocket of Hannah’s green dress, which had been draped over a nearby chair.
"There," Victoria’s voice echoed clearly through the penthouse speakers. "When security finds this, Lucas will throw that pathetic peasant onto the street."
The wealthy guests gasped in pure, unadulterated horror. Victoria physically staggered backward, her hands flying to her mouth in absolute panic.
But the video wasn't over.
On the screen, Eleanor smiled a dark, demonic smile. "Make sure the nanny takes the fall," Eleanor whispered to Victoria. "Once Lucas marries you, we execute Phase Two. We slowly increase the dosage of the digitalis in his morning coffee. Within six months, it will look exactly like a massive, natural heart attack. Just like the brake failure I arranged for his first wife. And then, we control the entire empire."
The video ended. The screen went completely black.
The cinematic realism of the absolute, crushing, apocalyptic betrayal paralyzed the luxury penthouse.
Eleanor hadn't just framed Hannah for theft. She had confessed on a 4K, cloud-backed audio recording to the brutal, premeditated assassination of Matteo’s biological mother. And she was actively plotting the cold-blooded murder of her own step-brother.
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Lucas stood perfectly still. The air in the penthouse instantly dropped ten degrees. The terrifying, untouchable mafia boss inside him completely awakened.
👉 Lucas locked the doors, ready to execute a flawlessly calculated, incredibly violent underworld slaughter.
