Aria’s POV
My heels clicked against the polished concrete floor, echoing in the silence. The dim lighting cast long shadows exist the industrie walls, and I suppressed a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold,
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Devon asked, his voice low as we approached the heavy metal door
I nodded, steeling myself. “I’ve waited four years to know what happened to my mother?
He studied my face for a moment before pressing his palm against a scanner. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revestoy a vane room dominated by a metal table. Victoria Harper sat there, her wrists secured to the table with thick restraints. Her designer blouse was wrinkled and stained, her makeup smudged around her eyes. Despite her disheveled appearance, she maintained that harkey fit of her chin I’d come to despise.
“You ungrateful little bitch,” she spat when she saw me, struggling against her restraints. “Does your father know what you’re doing?
I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I pulled out my phone, opened the voice recorder app, and placed it on the table between us. The
red light blinked steadily, documenting everything.
“Why did you kill my mother?” I asked, my voice eerily calm even to my own ears.
Victoria’s eyes darted to Devon, who stood silently behind me, and then to Lucas positioned by the door, scissors gleaming in his hand. She forced a laugh, but it sounded hollow in the concrete room.
“You’ve lost your mind. I didn’t-
“I have two options for you, Victoria,” I interrupted, leaning forward. “Either you tell me the truth now, or I ensure Scarlett spends the next twenty years in prison for attempted human trafficking. Or worse.”
Her face paled. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Victoria’s eyes narrowed, calculating. She glanced at Devon again, as if hoping for intervention, but his expression remained impassive. Finally, she slumped slightly in her chair.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like that,” she began, her voice suddenly small. “It was… it was an accident, in a way.”
“Poisoning someone for months is hardly an accident,” I replied coldly.
Victoria flinched. “How did you-
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“The rare metal salts in her tea. They built up in her system gradually. Untraceable in small doses, fatal over time.” My hand trembled slightly, and I pressed it flat against the table. “Now talk.”
She took a shuddering breath. “I was just your mother’s personal assistant at first. That’s all. William… he noticed me. Paid attention to me when your mother was busy with her charity work and art curations.”
I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. The thought of my father pursuing Victoria while my mother was still alive made me
sick.
“William and Elizabeth’s marriage was already falling apart,” Victoria continued, her voice steadier now. “He needed someone who understood him. Someone who supported his ambitions instead of constantly challenging him like she did.”
“So you decided to eliminate the competition?” My voice was ice.
Victoria’s eyes flashed. “It wasn’t like that. Not at first. I just… I started adding small amounts to her tea. Just enough to make her feel unwell. To make her seem unstable, emotional. William was already pulling away from her. I just… accelerated things.”
“You murdered my mother for a promotion and a wedding ring,” I said flatly.
“You don’t understand what it’s like to come from nothing!” Victoria suddenly burst out, yanking against her restraints. “To have everyone look down on you! Elizabeth had everything handed to her–the family name, the connections, the respect. I had to fight for every scrap!”
I stared at her, disgust churning in my stomach. “Where did you get the metal salts? They’re tightly regulated, especially the compound
you used.”
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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