Chapter 4: The House of Cards
Vanessa’s facade shattered. She didn't look like a billionaire’s bride anymore; she looked like a panicked accomplice. She began to back away, her diamonds catching the light as she tripped over her own feet, collapsing into the very spot where she had shoved the child.
"I didn't know!" Vanessa screamed, pointing at Julian. "He told me she was already dead! He said he hired someone to do it!"
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Julian’s face turned from pale to a dangerous, mottled red. The guests started pulling out their phones—not to film for TikTok, but to call their lawyers. The socialite elite who had been toasting to his engagement a moment ago were now distancing themselves as if he were radioactive.
The weight of the truth was physical. Every "charitable" donation Julian had made, every business deal he had signed, was now tainted by the murder charge hanging over his head.
