Chapter 6 - The Suburban Mirage
Convinced that Mara was somehow behind their sudden ruin, Vivian and Beatrice piled back into their car and drove straight to the modest suburban address where Mara and Daniel supposedly lived. They wanted to demand answers, to scream, to assert their supposed superiority one last time.
The car turned down a quiet, tree-lined street of modest homes—or so they thought.
Instead of a cramped suburban cottage, the GPS guided them through a pair of towering wrought-iron security gates that automatically swung open upon recognizing the vehicle’s license plate. Beyond the gates lay a sprawling, breathtaking private estate nestled against a pristine lake—an architectural masterpiece easily ten times more valuable and grand than Willowmere.
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Vivian slammed on the brakes, staring in absolute horror at the grand entrance.
Standing on the sweeping stone porch, dressed in an elegant cashmere dress, was Mara. Beside her stood Daniel, holding Emma in his arms, watching them with cool, unblinking detachment.
