Chapter 24
The guests applauded warmly, raising their champagne glasses in a toast that resonated with authentic joy and celebration.
Caroline smiled, clinking her glass gently against Elias’s. "To us," she whispered softly.
"To us," Elias echoed, kissing her knuckles tenderly before taking a sip of his champagne.
Far away, across state lines behind thick concrete walls and endless rows of barbed wire, the federal penitentiary was dead silent except for the harsh hum of fluorescent lights.
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Inside her solitary cell, Isabella Vance sat huddled on her narrow metal cot, staring blankly at the grey wall. Her orange jumpsuit was worn and faded, her hair dull and unkempt. No one visited her. No one called her name. The glittering world of wealth, power, and social standing she had murdered for was gone forever, reduced to a distant, haunting memory of her own undoing.
She had tried to steal her sister's life by burying her in fire and water. Instead, she had only buried herself.
