“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

the grand dining room. I kept my eyes fixed on William’s back, silently praying for the evening to pass without casualties. But as we stepped into the cavernous room, the ambient temperature seemed to plummet, and I realized with a sickening plunge of my stomach that the true trap had just been sprung.

Chapter 3: The Stainless Steel Insult

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