เข้าสู่ระบบAlice was perched in the front row, decked out in a soft pink gown.Her eyes bulged when she saw me, fingers gripping her dress like a lifeline.Edward's brow creased with concern.I did not hesitate, striding up to the podium.Before the minister could kick things off, I spun to address the crowd. "Apologies for the interruption, but there's a matter that needs settling before we proceed."My eyes found Alice. "Just a few minutes of your time."Silence blanketed the room, and I signaled to Marco.He understood, heading to the sound system to plug in a USB.Alice's voice filled the space."I want her dead. Make it look like an accident, a fall–whatever it takes."The guests gasped, a wave of shock rippling through them.Alice went pale as a ghost."That's fake..." she stammered. "It's all fake!"The screen came to life, showing Alice in a cafe, sliding a briefcase of cash across the table.Her voice echoed again: "Make it happen on her way to church tomorrow, and keep it
The wedding was scheduled for one week later.Alice had been unusually quiet since then. She did not cause any scenes, and on the rare occasions we crossed paths in the hallway, she would even nod a greeting my way, as if she had come to terms with the inevitable.The night before the wedding, Marco's voice came through the phone."Alice has been in touch with some mercenaries, planning to strike on the way to the church tomorrow. I've got proof of her meeting with them at Blue Jazz Bar."I glanced at the wedding dress hanging before me, a smirk creeping onto my face."Do we need to take care of them now?" asked Marco.I pondered for a moment. "No, let them come.""But it's too risky.""I said, let them.""Understood, boss."...At 7 a.m., the makeup artist set to work.The woman who stared back at me from the mirror was my own reflection. I was wearing a wedding dress, yet my eyes lacked any bridal softness. The gown was a work of art, tailored to perfection, a stark contr
Stepping out of the study, Alice cornered me in the hallway, her eyes puffy from tears."Sis," she whispered, "I'm sorry."I stayed silent."I was scared," she confessed, looking down, "but I see now that those things were always yours. I was wrong.""And?""I want to make it right," she said, meeting my gaze. "Let me pick out your dress for tonight's dinner.""No, thanks." I was not about to fall for that."Please, Sis," she pleaded, clutching at my sleeve, "let me apologize. You don't have any formal dresses, and it's too late to have one made."Her eyes were earnest. I hesitated, then relented."Fine, bring it."Her face brightened. "You won't regret it!"An hour later, a servant brought a box to my door. Inside was a black dress, long and heavy–the kind of thing one would wear to a funeral, not a family dinner. It had a high neck and long sleeves, more curtain than couture.There was a note from Alice. [Sister, this style is all the rage. I hope you love it.]I could n
The knock on the door jolted me awake in the early morning.Anna, Catherine's maid, stood there, her face ghostly white. "Mrs. LaRosa's diamond necklace is gone."I threw on my coat, eyeing her."It belonged to Mrs. LaRosa's mother, worth a cool three million."Anna's voice shook, a clear edge of panic in it as she said, "Mr. LaRosa's ordered a search of all the rooms, miss."I swung the door wide, stepping aside to let them in.Anna was followed by two servants who started tossing the room.Five minutes in, one found a black velvet box in the nightstand drawer. Opened, the diamond dazzled in the morning light.Anna fixed me with a look, her eyes a mix of emotions."Go report it."I stood my ground, not a hint of guilt.She was dumber than I had thought.If she could not keep her cool, she had only herself to blame.10 minutes later, we were all in the living room.Victoria was on me like a hawk, pointing and shouting, "Thief! I always knew you gutter rats had sticky fing
The next morning, I had barely set foot on the first floor when Victoria's piercing voice cut through the quiet of the living room."Can you believe she thinks she's good enough to steal my sister's engagement? She's from the slums, for heaven's sake."The room buzzed with tension.I walked into the living room with confident steps.Victoria cut off mid-sentence when she saw me, her face still twisted in a sneer.Edward, lounging on the couch, nodded at me as I came in."Elvira, Mr. Phil is here. You'll meet him in a bit.""Mr. Phil?"Alice looked down, her voice tinged with sadness. "Mr. Phil was supposed to be my fiance, but now...he's yours."Victoria squeezed her hand, trying to be reassuring. "Don't worry, you're amazing. Mr. Phil is bound to fall for you!"I shot her a look before turning to the man on the sofa.Alex Phil, my so-called fiance, sat there with his legs crossed, undeniably handsome.Clearly, Alice and Victoria were not blind.This 'Mr. Phil' caught my e
As I walked away from the garden, Edward's voice reached me. "Alice, to my study, please."Later that afternoon, a servant rapped on my door. "Miss Elvira, Mr. LaRosa requests your presence in the study."Edward sat, a photograph in hand, behind his desk.Alice was absent."Take a seat."I took a seat across from him as he presented an old photograph to me: a newborn baby, my name etched in the corner."Your very first picture," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You were born with a powerful cry, and with one mighty kick, you sent the midwife reeling with a bloody nose. Right then, I knew you'd grow up strong."I kept silent. His trip down memory lane did not seem to be just for nostalgia's sake."Sadly, right after Catherine had you, a fire broke out at the hospital. In the chaos, we lost you.""Did you search for me for eighteen years?""We searched for the first ten." Edward's face flushed with a rare hint of regret. "Then... We had Alice."An icy laugh esc







