Evie could still smell the copper of Maria’s blood. It was a scent that had stained the foyer, the carpets, and now, Evie’s very soul.Maria’s casket was simple—a stark contrast to the opulence of the mansion that had eventually claimed her life. She had been nineteen. She had liked strawberry jam and dreamed of opening a small bakery in Kent. Now, she was a body in a box, a casualty in a war she hadn't even known was being fought.Evie stood at the back of the chapel, her black veil casting the world in a funeral shroud. Her heart felt like a lead weight."You did this."The voice was like a lash. Evie turned to see Victoria standing beside her, draped in designer mourning lace, her face as cold and unyielding as the marble statues surrounding them."I didn't kill her, Victoria," Evie whispered, her voice raw."No, but you brought the rot into this house," Victoria hissed, her eyes shimmering with a venomous light. "Ever since you arrived with your 'miracle' pregnancy and your lies,
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