Chapter 7 - The Mask FallsRichard had spent years mastering the art of control.
He knew how to speak to investors.
How to manipulate journalists.
How to make enemies look irrational.
But he had never prepared for evidence falling out of his own pocket.
His breathing became heavier.
Martha moved closer to Eleanor.
Richard noticed.
“Stay away from her.”
Martha didn't move.
“She's my family,” Martha said.
Richard laughed bitterly.
“She's mine.”
“No,” Martha replied.
“She is not property.”
The words struck him harder than a physical blow.
Richard's face twisted.
He reached behind his waist.
Eleanor saw the movement.
“Richard...”
The metallic click of a switchblade echoed through the foyer.
Martha's eyes widened.
Richard opened the blade.
“You shouldn't have seen this.”
Eleanor's blood ran cold.
She pressed both hands against her stomach.
Her unborn child moved beneath her palms.
For the first time, she realized the danger was not over.
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The chandelier had failed.
Richard intended to finish the job another way.
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