The first thing Julian Hale heard when he stepped into his mansion was his mother's scream. Not crying. Not calling his name. Screaming.
The first thing Julian Hale heard when he stepped into his mansion was his mother's scream.
Not crying.
Not calling his name.
Screaming.
A sound filled with absolute terror.
Julian froze just inside the glass doors leading to the backyard.
The bouquet of rare red roses slipped from his hand.
One by one, the flowers scattered across the polished marble floor.
Because right in front of him, in the glowing infinity pool, was his seventy-eight-year-old mother, Martha.
Her frail hands clung desperately to the edge.
Her soaked purple nightgown pulled her downward like an anchor.
"Please..." Martha coughed, struggling to keep her head above the water. "Someone... help me..."
Standing over her was Bianca Laurent.
Julian's fiancée.
The woman he had planned to surprise that evening.
The woman he believed would soon become part of his family.
But the woman standing beside that pool was a complete stranger.
Bianca stared down at Martha with an icy smile.
"Still pretending you're helpless?" she said quietly.
Julian's heart nearly stopped.
"What did you say?" Martha whispered.
Bianca leaned in.
"You heard me."
Martha shook her head.
"Bianca... please... help me out."
Instead, Bianca stepped forward and nudged Martha's fingers away from the edge with the tip of her heel.
"You actually thought Julian would choose you over me?"
Fear flooded Martha's eyes.
"He loves me. I'm his mother."
Bianca let out a quiet laugh.
"After I marry him, this house will finally be mine."
Julian's hands curled into tight fists.
The woman he intended to marry was threatening his mother.
His own mother.
But he stayed where he was.
Because he needed to hear every word.
Bianca glanced around to make sure they were alone.
Then she lowered her voice.
"You know what's really funny, Martha? No one believes an old woman who's starting to lose her memory."
Martha's expression changed.
"What are you talking about?"
Bianca smiled again.
"I've already been telling everyone your memory's getting worse."
Julian felt a chill run through him.
In that instant, he understood.
This wasn't an accident.
It was a carefully planned scheme.
A plan that had begun long before tonight.
Then Bianca spoke the one sentence that changed everything.
"After the wedding, you won't be around long enough to complain."
Julian stepped out of the shadows.
His voice was calm.
But unmistakably deadly.
"Go ahead," he said. "Say that again."
Bianca spun around.
May you like
The smile vanished from her face.
Because Julian Hale had heard every single word.
