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Part 2 : "You’re a ghost already," she threatened. But Elena had a secret weapon that would destroy her empire.
The silence in the grand ballroom was heavy, thick with the scent of lilies and the sharp, metallic tang of unsaid accusations. Elena stood firm, her fingers white-knuckled as she clutched her daughter’s trembling shoulders. The mother-in-law, Victoria, stood just a few feet away, her eyes cold as diamonds, her posture a rigid testament to a lifetime of calculated, ruthless power.
"You think you’ve won?" Victoria’s voice cut through the air, low and dangerous, like a blade sliding from a silk sheath. She took a step forward, the chandelier above her casting fractured shadows across her face. "You’ve only just started the war, child. You have no idea what you’ve walked into, or the cost of the path you’ve chosen tonight."
Elena didn’t flinch. She felt the warmth of her child against her, a small anchor in the storm of Victoria’s malice. "I know exactly who you are, Victoria," Elena replied, her voice steady despite the tears tracking through her foundation. "I know the darkness you hide behind those expensive gowns and that perfect, curated life. It ends here. I won't let you."
Victoria let out a sharp, incredulous laugh that made the guests near them recoil. "You won't let me? My dear, this family owns the city, the foundations you stand on, and the very air you breathe. You’re a ghost already, a footnote in a history book I am currently writing. You believe in love? How painfully quaint, how utterly, tragically naive."
Elena pulled her daughter closer, shielding her from the older woman’s gaze. "Love is the one thing you can't buy, manipulate, or destroy with your threats. You’ve spent decades ruling through fear, isolating those who should be closest to you. But look around—your influence is crumbling. People are tired of you, Victoria. Even your own son is finally seeing the truth."
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The mention of her son caused Victoria’s mask to slip, just for a fraction of a second. A flash of pure, unadulterated fury replaced the icy exterior, but she reigned it in instantly. She smoothed her skirt, her movements precise. "He is my flesh and blood. He will always return to the fold. You are just a temporary, regrettable interruption to his destiny."
Sự im lặng trong phòng khiêu vũ lớn trở nên nặng nề, đặc quánh mùi hoa lily và vị kim loại sắc lạnh của những lời buộc tội chưa nói ra. Elena đứng vững, các ngón tay trắng bệch vì siết chặt lấy đôi vai đang run rẩy của con gái mình. Victoria, mẹ chồng cô, đứng cách đó vài bước, đôi mắt lạnh lùng như kim cương, dáng vẻ cứng nhắc là minh chứng cho cả một đời quyền lực được tính toán tàn nhẫn.
