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Chapter 16

Mrs Gabriella remained seated for a moment, her posture perfectly composed, as though she had all the time in the world.

Th quiet of the room wrapped around her like a familiar cloak.

After a brief pause, she reached into her handbag and retrieved her phone with deliberate calmness, her fingers brushing over the sleek surface before she unlocked it.

A satisfied smile slowly spread across her face.

"It's time"

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried a weight that filled the space around her.

She dialed a number without hesitation, her movements precise, almost rehearsed. The phone rang only twice before it was answered.

"Good evening, Mrs Walter"

A soft, graceful voice came from the other end, smooth and composed.

"Good evening, Isabella" Mrs Gabriella replied, a faint smile creeping onto her lips as she leaned back slightly in her chair, her eyes still fixed on nothing in particular.

"I've finally arrived, and everything is exactly as I expected."

There was a brief pause on the line.

"So... is there really another woman?" Isabella asked at last, her tone still calm, though now edged with curiosity.

"Yes," Mrs Gabriella answered coldly, without a trace of hesitation.

"A young girl."

Another moment of silence followed, heavier this time, as though the information had settled between them like dust.

"I see" Isabella finally said, her voice lowering slightly.

"I'll make sure she's out of the picture before long' Mrs Gabriella added confidently, as if discussing something as simple as rearranging furniture rather than ruining a life.

A quiet laugh came from the other end of the call, soft but amused.

"So when do you want me there?" Isabella asked, her tone shifting into something more businesslike.

"Tomorrow morning" Mrs Gabriella replied, her gaze drifting toward the staircase where Chloe had disappeared earlier, her expression tightened.

"I want you here before breakfast" There was no room for negotiation in her voice.

It was a command wrapped in elegance.

"I'll be there" Isabella responded without delay.

The call ended.

Mrs Gabriella lowered her phone slowly, letting it rest in her lap for a moment as her smile returned, this time more pronounced, more certain. She exhaled softly, almost contentedly, as though everything was already falling into place exactly as she had envisioned.

"Let's see how long you survive in this family, Chloe" she murmured to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced once more toward the staircase.

Miles away, in a city that never truly slept, a beautiful young woman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her luxurious apartment.

She was dressed in an elegant cream-colored silk gown that flowed gently around her figure, catching the soft glow of the room's lighting. In one hand she held a glass of wine, the deep red liquid swirling slightly as she moved, while her other hand rested loosely around her phone.

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she stared out at the city below, her expression calm yet filled with quiet anticipation.

"So there's a girl living in Amirion's house?" she said softly to herself, her voice almost playful, as though she had just been given an interesting puzzle to solve.

She turned away from the window and walked gracefully across the polished floor toward a small antique table positioned near the corner of the room. The space around her was tastefully decorated, every object carefully chosen, every detail reflecting wealth, refinement, and control.

On the table sat a framed photograph.

She picked it up gently, her fingers wrapping around the edges with familiarity, as though she had done this many times before. The image within the frame had been taken years ago at a high profile charity gala.

The lighting in the photograph was warm, capturing a moment that had once been celebrated by society pages and whispered about in elite circles.

In the picture, she and Mr Amirion stood side by side.

Both were dressed in black formal attire.

They looked every bit like the perfect couple who spoke elegance and power. The kind of pairing people assumed would last forever.

Her fingertips slowly traced over his face in the photograph, lingering there with a mixture of nostalgia and possession. Her gaze softened slightly, but there was something sharper beneath it.

"I've waited long enough, Amirion," she said quietly, as though speaking directly to the man in the image rather than the memory of him.

A faint smile returned to her lips, this one more assured.

"Don't worry," she added after a moment, her voice lowering into something almost soothing.

"I'm coming to bring you back where you belong."

She held the photograph for a few seconds longer, studying it as if reaffirming a promise she had made long ago. She placed it back on the table, aligning it perfectly with the edge as though even its position mattered.

Without another glance, she turned and walked toward her dressing room, her silk gown trailing behind her like a quiet declaration of intent.

As she disappeared into the softly lit space beyond, the city outside continued to shimmer, unaware of the plans forming in the shadows of two very different women.

Looks like tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.