“It’s divine retribution,” Nick said smoothly as he held the car door for me.
“Blood answers blood.”
He handed me a tablet. On the screen, a lavish banquet glittered with lights and gold. “The Stonewell family’s birthday gala,” he murmured. “Tonight they crown Marissa Lane as ‘Queen of Seaside City.’”
Marissa.
The maid who’d served me for twenty years… and then destroyed my entire life.
“This crown,” Nick added, catching my reflection in the window, “was meant for you.”
He swiped to the next screen. “They prepared three ‘gifts’ for your release. Want to guess?”
After five years on a cement bunk, sitting in a luxury car felt surreal.
“Nothing pleasant,” I said.
“First gift: a razor. You’re to shave your head and join a convent for five years of ‘penance.’
Second: a ten-thousand-word confession to memorize and recite onstage tonight, to prove your ‘remorse.’
And lastly—” his voice hardened “—the deed to Ashridge Estate. The only property you kept for your biological daughter, Lila. They want you to sign it over to Marissa.”
“They dare,” I whispered.
The fury inside me wasn’t wild. It was ice. Sharp. Controlled.
Ashridge was all I had left to give Lila.
“So,” I said, watching the glowing hotel tower approach, “my appearance is just part of their performance.”
I straightened my crimson gown.
“If they prepared three gifts, I’ll return three surprises. Let’s go meet my ‘husband.’”
As we pulled in, I saw Lila and her husband, Evan Carter, pleading with a guard.
“Please,” Lila begged. “An inmate named Elaine Mercer was released today. Where is she?”
“She’s gone,” the guard replied.
Lila crumpled. “Evan, what if something happened? Mom never wanted to see me…”
“She’s not avoiding you,” Evan said. “She’s avoiding the Stonewells. And we’ll settle that score tonight.”
“Our family deserves justice,” Lila whispered.
“A tiny family like the Stonewells?” he said coldly. “They’re nothing.”
I stayed hidden. My war was not theirs—not yet.
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