Chapter 3 - The Confession Under Pressure
Evelyn backed away toward the mahogany doors, her stiletto heels clicking frantically against the floor. "It’s a lie! Lies! Fabricated by a madwoman!" she screamed, her eyes darting toward the exit.
"Guards," Andrew commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a guillotine blade. "Block every exit. Nobody leaves this estate alive without my permission."
Four massive security guards instantly stepped forward, forming an impenetrable wall between Evelyn and the doors.
Andrew rose to his full height, his gaze fixed on his treacherous fiancée. "Evelyn, for the past two years, you managed to charm your way into my life, pretending to love my sons, playing the role of the devoted partner. All the while, the woman I mourned every single day was scrubbing the floors of the kitchen downstairs, starving, beaten, and silenced."
"You can't prove anything!" Evelyn snarled, realizing she was cornered. Her mask was entirely gone now. "Your lawyers, your board, your entire public image—they rely on me! If you ruin me publicly, your stock prices will plummet!"
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"Do you honestly think I give a single damn about stocks or money right now?" Andrew took a slow, deliberate step toward her. The sheer menace in his posture caused Evelyn to stumble backward into the arms of a marble pillar. "You tortured my wife. You weaponized my children's grief. You turned my home into a prison camp."
Elena slowly rose to her feet, supported by Leo and Lucas, who still refused to let go of her hands. The amber-gold light in her eye burned with a newfound resilience. She looked at Evelyn not with fear, but with the quiet dignity of a queen reclaiming her throne.
