Chapter 3 - The Downstairs Smirk
Downstairs in the sunlit living room, glasses clinked.
Julian poured another glass of expensive red French wine.
He smoothed down his crisp gray tailored suit jacket.
His face wore an expression of arrogant, supreme confidence.
Beside him stood Chloe, adjusting her diamond necklace.
Chloe wore an elegant cream silk dress and heels.
They exchanged pleased, secretive smiles across the marble counter.
They believed their cruel plan was working out perfectly.
"Mother will not last another month," Julian chuckled softly.
He took a slow sip from his crystal glass.
"Her health is deteriorating faster than expected," Chloe agreed.
She let out a cold, callous, chilling little laugh.
"Once she passes, the entire estate belongs to us."
They had no idea what was happening upstairs now.
They thought Elena was merely helping Margaret wash hands.
They assumed Margaret was too terrified to utter words.
For two years, Julian had controlled his mother's life.
He isolated Margaret from all her old neighborhood friends.
He intercepted her mail and monitored her mobile phone.
He wanted total control over the family trust fund.
The trust fund was worth twelve million dollars cash.
Margaret's late husband had built a successful manufacturing firm.
He left his entire fortune in a private trust.
The trust named Margaret as the primary sole beneficiary.
If Margaret died, control passed directly to Julian Vance.
Julian had accumulated massive gambling debts in the city.
Dangerous loan sharks were threatening his life every week.
He needed Margaret's millions to pay off his debts.
He and Chloe decided to hasten her physical demise.
They began starving the elderly woman in her room.
They tied her to chairs when she tried escaping.
They forced her to wear heavy coats during visits.
They hid her severe bruises from visiting social workers.
When I scheduled an inspection today as legal counsel,
Julian tried to cancel the appointment three separate times.
I insisted on visiting the house in person today.
Now, Julian sat on the leather sofa smiling happily.
He raised his glass in a silent, arrogant toast.
"To our future wealth," Julian whispered to his wife.
Chloe smiled back, clinking her glass against his.
They were completely oblivious to the approaching police sirens.
They thought their power in this house was absolute.
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They thought no one would ever uncover their secrets.
📖 Chapter 4 reveals the forged financial documents hidden inside Julian's private desk that expose his multi-million dollar robbery. 👇
