“These are the videos someone thoughtfully sent Catherine daily during her chemotherapy–just to make sure she didn’t survive too long.”
The exhibition included not just videos but WhatsAPP transcripts–every cruel image and message personally crafted and sent by Victoria herself.
“Enjoy the show!”
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The banquet hall erupted in shocked murmurs as the damning evidence unfolded before high society’s horrified eyes.
“A mother like that—what else could you expect from the daughter? So it turns out Isabella was the one framing Emily all along…”
From that moment on, the wicked mother–daughter pair was utterly disgraced.
I was rushed to the hospital to have my wounds stitched up again.
As the IV fluids dripped into my veins, a bone–deep chill settled over me.
Nathaniel didn’t show up until the next evening.
Unsurprisingly, the trending topics and the rumors had already been suppressed. He must have expended considerable effort–his face was haggard, exhaustion etched into every line.
“Did you really have to go this far?” His eyes were icy, brimming with helpless frustration.
I closed my own, refusing to answer.
What was there to say? That pair murdered Catherine. This was a fight to the death.
As for how Nathaniel planned to retaliate—I couldn’t care less. At worst, I’d lose
But even in death, I’d make sure my enemies paid.
When I remained silent, he exhaled sharply.
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