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Vivian Archwood was a beautiful woman.

Long, light brown hair, large, expressive brown eyes, striking, angular features, and an air of regality that seemed to emanate from her, even through her photos.

Growing up, Sabrina had desperately wanted to be like her mother. She vividly remembered stealing her mother's makeup often and practicing the way she walked in heels as a teenager. As an adult, she even decided to study the same course her mother did-medicine-even though she didn't need it as she would be inheriting her mother's company.

Her mother wasn't like other mothers in their social circle, wealthy women who left their children in the care of nannies while they partied, went shopping, and attended extravagant events.

No, Vivian was determined to raise her daughter herself, and she did raise Sabrina, mostly on her own since her husband and Sabrina's father had never wanted anything to do with either of them. Vivian and Harrison weren't a love match, but like a lot of marriages in the elite, they were a marriage of convenience.

Most women were miserable all the time because of that. They hated their husbands, their marital homes, and even their children. But not Vivian, never Vivian... at least not up until the weeks before her death.

Vivian became withdrawn, solemn, sad. She didn't even attend Sabrina's college graduation. And then she passed away in a deadly car crash. People speculated that maybe she crashed the car on purpose because of whatever was bothering her.

But they didn't even have time to gossip about her death because barely two months after her casket was lowered into the ground, Harrison Archwood remarried.

To Sabrina's absolute horror, he married the mother of the woman who had bullied her all throughout high school.

Her already tense home became a hellscape with Mira Rosefield-her father's new wife-and Reliana Rosefield-her stepsister-determined to make her life a living hell. And Sabrina stopped spending so much time there; she instead spent time with her fiancé of five months, with her childhood best friend, or at her mother's grave.

It was those long visits to her mother's grave that prompted her to go through her mother's things one Tuesday afternoon. During her search, she came across her mother's diary, a small, dusty book tucked away amongst the other things her father had eagerly stuffed away.

It felt like an invasion of privacy, but the lavender scent that came off the leather cover made her desperate to be near anything that had once been her mother's. So she opened it, read it, and that action set her down the path she was on at that moment.

When Sabrina was done sorting through the documents the PI had given her, she nodded slowly and slipped the documents into an envelope.

"And you're sure that all of this is true?" Sabrina asked the man sitting across from her.

The coffee shop they were meeting in was small and sparsely populated. The fewer people saw them together, the better.

"Do you doubt my work, Miss Archwood?" But the PI looked at Sabrina with pity; it wasn't every day you found out that your father was responsible for your mother's death. "It seems that your mother was aware of his infidelity for a while, but she didn't feel like her life was in danger until a few weeks before her death. Hence her diary entries."

Sabrina nodded again. She looked cool and calm and not at all like the broken mess that she was inside. She had known her father wasn't faithful, given how quickly he had remarried, but this had been going on for much longer than she'd expected.

Reliana was a year younger than her, and since Reliana was actually her father's biological daughter as well, it meant that Mira had been her father's mistress since her parents had first gotten married.

Her father got rid of her mother just so he could bring his mistress and the woman who was apparently her half-sister into the home.