Chapter 4 – The First Trap
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Morning sunlight streamed across the Rosewood estate, gilding its courtyards in warmth. But beneath the golden calm, tension simmered.
Vivian knew her victory at the banquet had made her a target. Lady Eleanor and Isabella would not remain silent. The only question was: how would they strike?
The answer came swiftly.
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By noon, chaos erupted in the Rosewood household. A servant ran through the halls, wailing:
“The old madam’s sapphire hairpin—it’s gone!”
Within moments, the entire estate buzzed with alarm. The sapphire hairpin was a family heirloom, gifted to Lady Eleanor’s mother by the emperor himself. Losing it meant dishonor, and stealing it meant death.
Vivian’s lips pressed into a thin line. So soon? They didn’t even wait three days.
Sure enough, not an hour later, a group of servants barged into her courtyard.
“Miss Vivian,” one of them declared, eyes gleaming with false righteousness, “we have orders to search your chambers.”
Anna paled. “What? Why would you—”
But Vivian held up a hand, silencing her. She smiled coolly. “Of course. Search all you like. I have nothing to hide.”
Her calmness unsettled the servants, but they obeyed. They tore through cupboards, trunks, even under the bedding. And, as expected, one of them cried out triumphantly:
“Here it is!”
He held up the sapphire hairpin, glittering under the sunlight.
Anna gasped. “That’s impossible! Miss never—”
“Silence!” the servant barked. “This is proof enough.”
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Moments later, Vivian was dragged to the main hall, where Lady Eleanor and Isabella waited with carefully arranged expressions.
Isabella stepped forward, her eyes brimming with false tears. “Sister Vivian… how could you? That hairpin belonged to Grandmother. It was her most treasured possession. Why would you steal it?”
The hall filled with murmurs of shock. Servants exchanged glances, already judging.
Lady Eleanor sighed deeply, shaking her head as though disappointed yet benevolent. “Vivian, this matter grieves me. If you truly wanted such treasures, you could have asked. But stealing? To shame the Rosewood name like this…”
Vivian laughed softly, the sound startling in its composure. “So this is the play you’ve prepared. Quite dramatic. But unfortunately, your performance is riddled with flaws.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Isabella’s face twisted. “You dare deny it when the evidence was found in your chambers?”
Vivian turned, her gaze sharp. “Evidence? You mean that hairpin, which everyone saw your servant conveniently discover under my pillow? How sloppy.”
Isabella flinched. “Y-you…”
Vivian did not let her recover. She gestured toward the hairpin. “Bring it here.”
The steward hesitated but obeyed. Vivian took the jewel delicately, turning it in her hands. Her eyes narrowed.
“This hairpin,” she said clearly, “is dustless. Not a single speck of dirt, not even a stray thread. Tell me—how could something hidden under bedding be so pristine?”
Whispers filled the hall.
Vivian set the hairpin down on the lacquered table with a sharp click. “Because it was never hidden there. It was placed moments before the search began.”
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. “Bold words. But do you have proof?”
Vivian smiled faintly. “Proof is unnecessary. Reason is enough. If I truly intended to steal, would I keep the hairpin so carelessly under my own pillow? Even a fool hides their tracks better.”
Laughter rippled among a few bolder servants. The tide of suspicion began to shift.
Isabella’s face turned crimson. “You—you’re twisting words!”
Vivian’s gaze pierced her. “Am I? Or are you simply afraid that your trap has failed?”
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At that moment, a calm voice cut through the hall:
“Enough.”
All turned as Adrian Lancaster entered, his steps measured, his presence chilling. He had come unannounced, yet no one dared stop him.
His gaze swept the scene, cold and assessing. “What is this commotion?”
Lady Eleanor quickly rose, bowing gracefully. “Lord Adrian, forgive this disturbance. A precious heirloom went missing. We regret to say it was found in Vivian’s chambers.”
Adrian’s eyes flicked to Vivian. She met his gaze steadily, without fear.
“And?” he asked softly.
Vivian inclined her head. “And it was a crude attempt to frame me. Anyone with eyes can see the flaw.”
Adrian studied her for a long moment. Then, before anyone could protest, he strode forward, picked up the hairpin, and examined it himself.
Indeed, it gleamed spotless.
“Lady Eleanor,” he said coldly, “next time you attempt to orchestrate such theatrics, at least ensure the details are convincing.”
The hall fell into stunned silence. Eleanor’s face stiffened, her composure cracking for a fraction of a second.
Adrian handed the hairpin to the steward. “Return this to the old madam. And spread word that no one is to slander my fiancée again.”
His final words struck like a blade. Whispers erupted, but none dared oppose.
Vivian felt a flicker of surprise. Adrian had not only defended her but claimed her openly.
As he turned to leave, his eyes lingered on hers, sharp and unreadable.
Interesting, his gaze seemed to say.
Vivian’s lips curved slightly. The game was far from over.
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