INICIAR SESIÓNBeth drops her gaze to the floor, having nothing more to say.I move on to the next person, who just so happens to be Laura, the other maid who came to the study with Beth. She doesn’t look up to meet my gaze when I stop in front of her. Instead, she keeps her head lowered, her entire body rigid with tension.“What happened that day? Tell us again.”She nods, never looking up.“I was in the kitchen when I heard someone scream. When I rushed out, I saw Miss Cora lying at the bottom of the stairs, while Miss Vera was standing at the top.”“Where was Beth at the time?”“Beth was in the dining room, setting the table.”I turn my gaze to Beth, who seems to be growing more restless by the minute.“But didn’t you say earlier that the two of you were together, and that when Cora screamed, you both rushed to see what had happened? Together, if I remember correctly?”Laura scratches the back of her head, as if realizing it for the first time.“No. That’s not right. I was… I was alone in the kit
[Elara]The next morning, I return to my bedroom to shower, change, and get ready to seek justice for my daughters.Now that we have all the evidence, there’s no denying that something truly cruel has been happening behind our backs. I used to think my daughters were safe in my absence, but I was wrong. Even though Lucas and Nora did everything they could to ensure their safety and well-being, there were still loopholes in our care that we foolishly overlooked.And that was trusting the wrong people.I leave my room and make a brief visit to Cora’s room. She’s unfortunately still asleep.I check her vitals, and just as the doctor said, she seems fine to me too. It’s simply the shock of the fall that has caused her to slip into this temporary coma, which is enough to fill me with an overwhelming amount of anger and frustration.Not only have these people tormented and exploited one of my daughters, but they’ve also put my other child’s life in jeopardy. I can’t even begin to express ho
After spending the entire night going through all the CCTV footage the security team provided, I finally lean back in my chair and allow myself to yawn.I look around the room and find Lucas dozing off on the couch.Last night, despite my repeated insistence that he get some rest and leave the tedious work to Griffin and me, he refused to budge.Instead, he grabbed his laptop and three hard drives containing three days’ worth of footage, then made himself comfortable on the couch.Griffin did the same. Even though I’d only used his name as an excuse to send Lucas away, he refused to leave my side as well. He pulled up the chair across from me, grabbed Lucas’s other laptop, and started going through the footage.When one of the maids came to invite us to dinner, none of us was willing to take that kind of break. In the end, we had dinner right there in the study.When it was finally time to call it a night, I took a short break and went to check on Vera.I found her sitting on the edge
For the next few hours, Lucas, Griffin, and I stay in the study, trying to figure out this whole mess.“It would have been a lot more helpful if Cora hadn’t been unconscious for this long,” Lucas says, pointing out the obvious. “She seems to be the only person who might know the truth.”Griffin crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall across the room. “What about the staff? Did no one see anything? What about the cameras then? I’m sure this whole place is packed with those things.”“Staff?” Lucas hums, rubbing his chin. “The two maids did see the whole thing go down. And according to them, it was definitely Vera who pushed Cora down the stairs.”“They saw her?” I ask, leaning on the desk.“That’s what they said, yes.”My shoulders slack a little, and my knees threaten to buckle.Could it be possible that Vera did hurt Cora? And it’s only because she’s my daughter, my own flesh and blood, that I’m wired not to find any fault in her?“I walk to talk to those maids. Wher
There’s no hitch in her voice. No stutter in her words.She doesn’t look down the way Cora does when she’s trying to hide something from me.Vera simply looks up, meets my gaze, and blurts out the confession as if she doesn’t even care what the question is anymore. As if she just wants to get it over with.I force myself to take a deep breath and lean on the desk with my one hand propped on top of it. With the other hand, I cup her face ever so gently, noticing a slight shift in her gaze.But it’s gone before I can even process the whole change.And now, standing here, I don’t even know if it was really there or if it was just my wishful thinking.Never mind. It doesn’t matter anyway.Vera blinks, her little face carrying all the seriousness in the world.And it breaks my heart, just like it did when I saw her for the first time.“How have you been, Vera?” I ask, my voice much softer than I intended. “Have you been good?”She blinks a few times more. “I have been good. Thank you.”I n
I don't think I heard that right.There's no way Vera would do something like that.Well... unless she was provoked.Vera's entire personality is built around the master-slave dynamic. She may look like a normal kid on the outside, but her mind has been conditioned to follow the commands of her superior.Or at least, that's what I've learned from her file so far.I jerk his hand off my shoulder, frowning. “That’s bullshit, and you know that.”“I do,” he says, not even trying to prove me wrong. Or maybe he never believed that bullshit himself in the first place. He continues, shoving his hands deep into his pants pockets. “But that changes absolutely nothing.”“Why?”“Because Vera has already confessed,” he says, and walks over to the couch, sitting on it. “She admitted pushing Cora down the stairs.”“What?” That’s even more ridiculous. “And you believe that?”“Of course not,” He says, frowning back at me. “That’s why Elara was needed here. She’s the only person who can get through Ver
[Damon]I watch as she gets into the police car and drives away.For a long moment, I just stand there, staring into the darkness, fighting with a strong emotion that has never surfaced so fiercely before.I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t explain it.My head hurts, but my heart aches worse.Si
[Griffin]When I was eight, my cousins dragged me out of my room and locked me in the basement. They called it a game—something meant to be fun, something to laugh about later.It wasn’t fun for me. Not even close.It felt like being trapped inside a horror movie, one I desperately wanted to end.I
He turns to Damon. “I’m sorry, son, for not raising my daughter properly. This is… this is all my fault.” He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Elara has always been money-minded. She pretends she doesn’t care, but money is the only thing she’s ever cared about. Even as a child, s
[Elara]“You did this to yourself,” Dad whispered harshly into my ear, staring at the cuffs cinched tightly around my wrist. “If only you had listened…”I turn my head away, not wanting to hear any more of his nonsense.From a distance, Damon keeps his gaze pinned on me. He looks serious—his jaw ti







