Chapter 15 - The Rats Turn
The new kitchen was a stunning masterpiece of white marble and dark mahogany cabinets.
The patio door had been replaced with reinforced, shatter-proof safety glass.
I walked over to the mantle in the den and gently picked up the vintage clock that had saved my life.
I polished its glass face with my sleeve and placed it right back in the center of the room.
It was no longer just a hidden camera, it was a beautiful monument to my survival.
Later that evening, I poured myself a generous glass of expensive red wine and sat on the patio.
The sky was clear, the stars were shining brightly, and the terrifying storm was just a distant memory.
I thought about Marcus sitting in a cold, concrete cell, waiting for a trial he was guaranteed to lose.
I thought about Vanessa, stripped of her expensive clothes and her pathetic, arrogant pride.
I realized that family is not just about blood, it is about respect, loyalty, and basic human decency.
They had failed on every single front, and I had absolutely no guilt about punishing them for it.
My phone buzzed on the patio table, breaking the peaceful silence.
It was a text from the prosecutor, letting me know that Vanessa had officially turned on Marcus, agreeing to testify against him for a lighter sentence.
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I smiled, taking a slow sip of my wine.
The rats were finally eating each other.
