Brielle’s voice trembled.
“My parents have been fighting for months. My father wanted Bellamy’s property. My mother wanted him to stop hesitating and take control of the block.”
Ava held up the papers.
“This is more than pushing a property deal.”
“I know.”
“Why give it to me?”
Brielle looked toward the photograph of Evelyn.
“Because I watched the video again.”
Her eyes filled.
“And the worst part wasn’t people calling me spoiled.”
She swallowed.
“The worst part was realizing everybody was right about what they saw.”
Ava felt no sudden forgiveness.
But she believed the shame.
“Does your mother know you took these?”
“No.”
“Then she will soon.”
As if summoned by the words, Ava’s phone rang.
Marcus.
She answered.
“What?”
His voice was sharp.
“Get downstairs.”
“Why?”
“The gala electrical system just failed.”
Ava stood.
“What do you mean failed?”
“Entire rear service panel.”
She ran.
The kitchen was chaos.
Emergency lights glowed red.
Refrigeration alarms screamed.
Staff moved rapidly between stations.
Rosa pointed toward the electrical room.
“The main panel was cut.”
Marcus emerged carrying a severed cable.
Not broken.
Cut.
Ava stared.
“Can we repair it before tomorrow?”
The electrician shook his head.
“Not safely.”
The charity gala was less than twenty hours away.
Two hundred guests.
National media.
Dozens of sponsors.
Someone had made their boldest move yet.
Ava looked at Brielle.
Brielle had followed her downstairs.
Her face went pale when she saw the cable.
“My mother.”
Ava turned.
“You don’t know that.”
Brielle whispered.
“I know her.”
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The lights flickered once.
Then Bellamy’s went dark.
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