Lana's POV.
A scream echoed from downstairs, sending a wave of fear crashing through the entire mansion.
In an instant, everyone sprang into action. Guards bolted down the hallway.
Servants rushed past us, their faces a mix of panic and confusion.
Even the maids who had been standing nearby hurried toward the staircase, eager to uncover what was happening.
Only Amelia and I remained frozen in place. The tension between us felt suffocating. The hatred etched on her face was no longer masked by fake smiles or polite gestures. It was raw, open, and dangerously palpable.
She looked at me as if she wanted to see me destroyed.
My boys instinctively pressed closer to me. Jacob frowned, his gaze fixed on Amelia with caution.
“Mummy…” he whispered softly. “Who is she?”
My heart tightened p
