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Sylvia The hospital lobby felt like a battlefield.Every step I took echoed too loudly on the polished floor. Nurses walked past me, doctors hurried by, and patients whispered in waiting areas, but none of it felt real. It was like I was walking through smoke, everything blurry, distant, unreal.I wasn’t wearing my white coat.But I didn’t need it.My authority wasn’t in cloth. It was in my spine. In my eyes. In the anger burning quietly in my chest.I had sent Clara a message earlier.Meet me in the Annex. I need to talk.The Annex was an old wing of the hospital, half-renovated, quiet, and mostly empty. Security cameras were currently offline there for maintenance. No witnesses. No interruptions.She thought I needed comfort.She thought I was still the broken woman who cried in her arms after Brody collapsed on the operating table.She thought wrong.Rain streaked down the tall glass windows as I stood in the hallway, my arms folded, my heart beating hard but steady. Every sound f

Sylvia The ballroom was no longer beautiful.It was loud, messy, and full of fear.Police lights flashed red and blue against the walls. The soft music had died. Conversations had turned into whispers, gasps, and shocked silence.I stood near the edge of the room, my arms folded tightly across my chest, watching as officers walked toward the stage.Kate looked like a trapped animal. Her eyes jumped from door to door, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. Her makeup was smeared. Her breathing was fast and uneven.Emily, on the other hand, stood still.Too still.Her face was pale and hard, like carved stone cracking from the inside. She didn’t cry. She didn’t shout. She just stared at me with eyes full of something cold and ugly.“Katherine Vance. Emily Rhodes,” the lead officer said, his voice loud and clear over the chaos. “You are being detained for questioning in connection with criminal conspiracy and reckless endangerment.”Kate let out a broken sob.“No… no, you can’t…” sh

Sylvia After weeks of chaos, lies, heartbreak, and unanswered questions, I finally listened to Violet.Not to the board. Not to the whispers. Not even to my own fear.I listened to Violet, Victor, and Logan, but tonight, Victor wasn’t here. This night wasn’t for strategy. It wasn’t for business or battles. It was for truth.The envelope sat on the mahogany desk in my study.A simple white envelope.No logo. No warning.Just paper and ink, yet it held the power to tear down everything I thought I knew about my life.Logan stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders tense but steady. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. But his presence grounded me. He always had that effect on me, like a quiet anchor in a storm.Stella stood near the bookshelf, pacing back and forth. She kept rubbing her palms together, like she was trying to wipe something invisible off her skin.Violet sat across from me, calm but alert. Her eyes never left my face.“Open it, Sylvia,” Stella whispered,

Sylvia We spent the night digging.Not through files or court records or databases this time, but through dust, wood, and memories.The crawlspace beneath my childhood home had always been off-limits. Richard had boarded it shut when I was twelve, telling me it was unstable, unsafe. Another lie layered gently over truth.Now, Logan held the flashlight while Stella and I knelt on the cold floor, pulling away loose planks and cobwebs. The air smelled like old wood and forgotten years.“Are you sure this is worth it?” Logan asked quietly.“Yes,” I said. “He didn’t hide things without reason.”Stella’s fingers brushed against something solid beneath the insulation.“Here,” she said. “There’s a trunk.”We pulled it free.It was old. Dark brown leather, cracked with age, reinforced with brass corners dulled by time. The Rhodes family crest was embossed on the lid, faint but unmistakable.My breath caught.“That’s the crest,” I whispered. “This belonged to my grandfather.”“Open it,” Stella

Sylvia The sun was just beginning to rise.Soft gold light spilled through the tall windows of my study, washing over the scattered papers, open files, and sleepless bodies that filled the room. The night had been long. Heavy. Full of truths that changed everything. But the morning… the morning felt different.It felt like a beginning.Stella and I stood side by side at the window, our shoulders almost touching, looking out at the distant silhouette of Rhodes Clinical Hospital. From here, it looked peaceful, just another building against the glowing sky. But we both knew better.That place held our past.And our future."She took our parents," Stella said quietly. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the steel beneath it. "She took our childhoods. And she took the man who tried to save us."Her words settled deep in my chest.I reached out and took her hand. Her grip was strong, firm, grounding, just like mine. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t standing alone in front of a st