The night air was cold, slicing through the open window as Cassie’s car sped down the highway. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her gaze never left the road to her destination. Her thoughts were louder than the engine. And they were persistent and relentless. Every memory, every whispered insult, every cruel smirk from the Vanderbilts replayed in her mind like broken film reels. Their faces, the smug confidence of Raymond, the cold disdain of his mother, the mocking laughter of his sister, flashed one after another. And then came the image that made her chest ache: her parents’ faces, fading, broken, taken from her because of them. Cassie’s jaw clenched. “They deserve it,” she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling with both pain and fury. “They deserve everything that’s coming.” The GPS had long stopped guiding her; she didn’t need directions. She knew the Vanderbilt mansion too well, the winding road, the vast hedges, the gold-lettered nameplate a
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