Chapter 7 - The Confession
Vanessa spat blood onto the wooden floorboards, laughing weakly.
"You really think Nora wants to see you?" she sneered.
"She grew up in a mansion in Switzerland, surrounded by servants."
"Your parents did her a favor."
I pressed my forearm against her throat, cutting off her air just enough to make her panic.
"Give me an address, Vanessa, or I swear I will throw you out of that attic window."
She gagged, her eyes widening in genuine fear as she realized I wasn't bluffing.
"Geneva!" she choked out.
"She lives in Geneva! Her name is Elara Vance now."
I let go of her throat, my mind racing.
Sirens suddenly filled the night air again.
Marcus hadn't just stayed at the hospital; he had followed my location tracker and called the FBI.
Red and blue lights flooded the windows of the attic.
"It's over, Vanessa," I said, stepping away from her.
"The police are here, and I have the filing cabinet."
Vanessa looked at the flashing lights, her arrogant facade finally crumbling into pathetic terror.
Officers swarmed into the house, their heavy boots echoing up the stairs.
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When they breached the attic, they arrested Vanessa and confiscated every single folder.
The nightmare was finally coming to an end.
