Chapter 14
By morning, the mansion hummed with preparations for Evelyn’s grand charity gala. Servants hurried with trays of crystal glasses and bolts of silk. The whole house seemed alive, but inside Nora, a storm brewed.
She couldn’t stop replaying the words from last night. The real circumstances of Roxet’s birth.
At breakfast, Roxet lounged gracefully at the head of the table, sipping tea like royalty. Her eyes glittered when Nora entered.
“Well, sister,” she said sweetly, “you caused quite a stir last night. Who would’ve thought you had it in you? Even Frank seemed… distracted.”
Nora forced calm. “Enjoy it while you can, Roxet. Attention fades quickly.”
Roxet’s smile sharpened. “Careful. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”
Their mother entered before more could be said, but Nora felt Roxet’s stare follow her, heavy with unspoken threat.
Later, as Nora retreated to her room, a folded note lay on her desk. The handwriting was unfamiliar:
If you want the truth about Roxet, meet me in the old library tonight. Come alone.
Nora’s pulse quickened. Could this be the chance she needed? Or a trap?
Night came quickly. Lantern in hand, she slipped through the quiet halls toward the forgotten library at the far end of the estate. The room smelled of dust and age, its shelves heavy with neglected books.
“Hello?” she whispered, her voice swallowed by silence.
A creak behind her made her whirl and her lantern illuminated a face she knew too well.
Roxet.
Her sister stepped from the shadows, her smile cruel. “Well, well. You’re more predictable than I thought.”
Nora’s throat tightened. “You sent the note.”
“Of course I did,” Roxet laughed softly, circling her like a cat. “You think you’re clever, snooping and eavesdropping. But you’re not. You’re desperate.”
The door slammed shut behind them. Nora flinched.
Roxet leaned close, her whisper like venom. “You want the truth? Here it is, Nora,I’ll destroy you before you ever get the chance to stand against me.”
Nora’s pulse thundered, but her eyes hardened. For the first time, she didn’t feel like prey. She met her sister’s gaze head-on.
“Try me.”