Chapter 8 - The Arsonist Bride
Caroline stopped directly in front of her sister. The contrast between Juliette’s pristine white satin and Caroline’s dirty, oversized beige coat was staggering.
"You didn't just sign my death certificate, Juliette," Caroline said. Her voice was cold, controlled, and dripping with eight months of suppressed rage. "You lit the match."
The entire ballroom gasped.
Juliette shook her head violently. "No! I didn't! The fire marshal said it was an electrical short in your bedroom!"
"The fire marshal was on your fiancé's payroll," Detective Vance interrupted, pulling a final file from his briefcase. "We arrested your groom at his hotel an hour ago. He confessed to bribing the inspector and helping you pay off the private asylum to keep your sister drugged and hidden."
Juliette looked wildly around the room, finally realizing why her groom hadn't been standing at the altar when the doors opened. She was completely, entirely alone.
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"You locked my bedroom door from the outside," Caroline whispered, stepping so close that Juliette could see every single healed scar on her jaw. "You left me to burn so you could wear our mother's emerald necklace and steal my company."
👉 How will the billionaire father punish the daughter who tried to murder his heir?
