The Vicious Family's Cruelest Deception

door, the cloying scent of Haylee' s perfume, mixed with the musky smell of sex, assaulted my senses. My

hes lay scattered, expensive lingerie tangled with cheap, gaudy fabrics. The silk sheets on the bed were rumpled, stained,

ti. My favorite antique vase, a gift from my grandmother, shattered on the floor. My heart ached, not for the objects

like shredded cloth. My gaze sharpened, focusing on the jade amulet, the last tangible link to my biological father, the only thing I truly cheris

A red haze descended. I lunged, a primal scream escaping me. I pushed Haylee, who had just emerged from t

rong with you, Abigail?!" he roared, rushing to Haylee' s side. He didn't ev

en at Haylee, tears of impotent rage streaming down my fac

me! And look what her dog did to Princess!" She pointed dramatically at the stil

arm, his grip bruising, and dragged me towards the walk-in closet. "You want to act like an animal? Fine. Y

, Charles! Please! You know about my claustrophobia! Not the dark!

me inside, the door slamming shut with a resounding thud. Darkness enveloped me, a suffocating blanket. The air immediately grew thick, heavy, pressing in on me. My heart hammered a

My eyes, accustomed to the oppressive darkness, burned. Charles stood there

. "Haylee's dog... Princess... didn't

been alive. A cold, unsettling premonition crept

e to Haylee," Charles added,

dancing in her eyes. She had killed her own dog, hadn't she? To frame m

a whisper, but firm. "I won't apo