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As Marlene stared at the damning video ying on her phone screen, a storm of emotions raged in
her. The footage captured the chaotic encounter between her and Amber–the moment where it was
obvious that her car had collided purposely with Amber’s–along with the heated exchange that
followed, culminating in Marlene’s ill–fated decision to strike out at her annoying and good–for–nothing
sister in a fit of
anger
The memory of those events yed out before her eyes with painful rity, each frame testifying to the
unraveling of herposure and the loss of control that hadnded her in a jail cell for not one but two
nights.
The audacity of Amber’s actions–publicly releasing the incriminating video that painted Marlene in a
less–than–ttering light–left her reeling with a sense of disbelief and indignation. How dare she?
Marlene seethed inwardly, her pride wounded by the revtion of her own impulsive actions captured
for all to se
The knowledge that Amber and her husband. Richard, had yed a role in her having to spend more
time in jail only added fuel to the fire burning in her, stoking resentment and anger that threatened to
consume her.
Watching the video repeatedly, Marlene couldn’t help but cringe at the image she presented–wild–eyed
and unhinged, a stark contrast to theposed figure of Amber, who had initially remained unruffled in
the face of her outburst.
The realization of how she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her, sumbing to a moment
of weakness and losing control, only intensified her feelings of shame and frustration. And it was en
more annoying to her that Amber didn’t release the full video, thereby skipping out on the part where
she had also tried to strangle her to death.
Scrolling down to read thements that apanied the video, Marlene’s heart sank as she was mi
with a flood of bitter crit and condemnation. Each word was a sharp reminder of the public’s
judgment, their scorn and derision cutting deep as they branded her as crazy, jealous, and unworthy of
sympathy
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In a sudden eruption of rage and despair, Marlene hurled her phone across the room, the crash of
impact punctuating the air with a jarring sound. Her breath came in harsh gasps as she paced the
confines of her room, her footsteps echoing in the empty space as she struggled to contain the storm of
emotions raging in her.
Fists clenched at her sides, Marlene fought to rein in the anger that threatened to consume her–the
searing heat of frustration and a need to get back at Amber–fueling her anger.
As Marlene paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts consumed by anger and frustration, a
sharp knock at the door shattered the tense silence. Irritation flickering across her features, she called
out sharply. “Who is it?”
With a sense of deference that was characteristic of her role as head of household staff, Helena.
cautiously pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her expression neutral. Holding a ss of
freshly squeezed orange juice–a morning ritual that Marlene was known to favor–she approached he
mistress with a respectful bow of her head.
“Forgive me for the intrusion, Mrs. ck,” Helena began. “I have brought you your morning juice, just
like you request every day.”
Marlene’s frustration was very ring as she gestured towards the table. “Just leave it there.”
The servant obeyed without a word, setting the ss down with a gentle clink before taking a step
back, her eyes downcast in respect to Marlene’s obvious agitation.
Just as Helena turned to leave the room, Marlene’s voice halted her in her tracks. “Wait,” she called
out, her tone more subdued this time, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. “Is my husband
home?”
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Helena hesitated for a moment before answering. “No, Mrs. ck. Mr. ck left early this morning
and has not returned.
A heavy sigh escaped Marlene’s lips, a palpable sense of disappointment shadowing her features
“Very well, she murmured, waving Helena away with a flick of her hand. “You may go.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, Helena exited the room, leaving Marlene alone once again with her
thoughts and the ss of untouched orange juice beckoning from the table. Picking it up, she took a
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slow sip, the cool citrusy liquid offering a momentary reprieve from the turmoil brewing in her.
As she drained the ss in one swift gulp, Marlene’s mind drifted back to Kayden and the distance that
seemed to have crept between them in recent days.
The memory of his absence during her ordeal–the two nights spent in a cold, unforgiving cell–stung
with a sharp pang of betrayal, a feeling of bitterness, and a reminder of her fear of being abandoned.
The fact that Kayden had not visited her after the first day of her getting thrown in there, choosing
instead to delegate her legal representation to awyer, who had been the one to deliver any message
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he had for her, had left Marlene feeling abandoned and adrift. The knowledge that he had not made an
effort to reach out to her personally, to offer words offort or reassurance, gnawed at her wounded
pride and deepened the rift that seemed to be widening between them.
Fingers trembling slightly, Marlene reached for her phone, scrolling through the contacts until she
landed on her mother’s number. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she dialed the familiar digits,
the ring echoing in her ears until a soft click signaled her mother’s answer.
“Marlene, darling. I was just about to call you.” Her mother’s voice was tinged with concern. “That video
circting online–it’s dreadful. Are you alright?”
A sharp hiss escaped Marlene’s lips, cutting through the tension like a knife as she snapped, “I didn’t
call you to talk about that video, Mother. There are more pressing matters at hand.”
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“Marlene, darling, I was just about to call you.” Her mother’s voice was tinged with concern. “That video
circting online–it’s dreadful. Are you alright?”
A sharp hiss escaped Marlene’s lips, cutting through the tension like a knife as she snapped, “I didn’t
call you to talk about that video, Mother. There are more pressing matters at hand.”
A moment of silence passed before her mother’s gentle inquiry floated through the line. “What is it,
dear? What do you need?”
Marlene drew a ragged breath before she spoke. “I need you to do two things for me. First, help me.
look into someone.”
Curiosity piqued in her mother’s tone, and she pressed on, “Who do you want me to investigate, dear?”
Taking another steady breath, Marlene hesitated only briefly before dropping the name that had
haunted her thoughts since the loss of her child. “Ang Montez.” She uttered the name with disgust,
the bitterness she felt tainting her voice. “I had looked into her briefly before… but I need a thorough
investigation now. Find out everything you can.”
“Of course, dear. I’ll ask my people to get started right away. What’s the second thing you need help
with?”
Marlene’s resolve hardened as she spoke, her wordsced with a chilling finality. “I want to take action,
Mother. I’m ready to ce a hit on Amber.”
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