Chapter 4 – Whispers Behind Crystal Walls
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The chandelier in the Deparker mansion glittered like a thousand frozen stars, scattering pale light across the marble floor. Guests in gowns and tailored suits glided between the pillars, their laughter echoing through the grand hall. To the outside world, this was a celebration of wealth and legacy — a display of the Deparker family’s prestige.
But to Charmaine, every polished smile carried a sharp edge.
She stood by the wide glass wall, her reflection framed against the dark velvet of the night. A flute of champagne rested untouched in her hand. Her father’s laughter drifted across the room, booming and easy, as he conversed with business partners. Rowan stood proudly beside him, clinging to his arm like a rightful daughter.
Charmaine’s chest tightened. That spot should have been hers.
Still, she kept her composure, chin lifted, her mother’s elegance stitched into her very being. Leith Gonaz had always said: “An heiress does not crumble in public, no matter how much the storm rages inside.”
Yet storms had a way of breaking through the tiniest cracks.
As the string quartet’s music floated through the air, Charmaine caught the faint sound of hushed voices near the far corner of the hall. Her instincts and attention sparked. Something about the hurried tone called to her, pulling her steps away from the lights and chatter.
She slipped quietly past the golden drapes, into a narrower corridor behind the banquet room.
There, hidden from the crowd, voices sharpened like blades.
“…Douglas will never refuse me,” came Lily Wills’ honey-sweet tone, dripping with malice beneath its regular silk. “Not when I’ve made him believe Rowan is the perfect daughter he always wanted.”
Charmaine froze, her heart skipping.
Rowan’s laughter followed, high and mocking. “Father already cherishes me. Did you see the way he looked at Charmaine tonight? As if she were a worthless decoration for saving face but a shadow of her mother. Soon, no one will remember Leith’s daughter.”
Charmaine’s grip on her champagne glass tightened, the crystal trembling against her fingers.
And then another voice cut in — low, deep , one that made her insides twist . Jayson.
“Don’t worry, Rowan,” he said softly, almost conspiratorially. “I know exactly how to make Charmaine miserable and broken. She trusts me… and that will be her downfall .”
Rowan giggled. “You’d betray your fiancée that easily?”
Jayson chuckled, unbothered. “She’s too naive and boring . A woman like her doesn’t belong in the future I’m building. But you, Rowan — you understand ambition, you are the only one who is my perfect match.”
Silence pressed heavily against the glass walls as Charmaine’s world tilted.
Her throat burned. For a fleeting moment, she considered storming in, facing them all with the fury building in her chest. But her mother’s voice returned, soft and steady in memory: “Choose your battles, my darling. Sometimes power lies in silence.”
So Charmaine stood still, hidden by shadows, while her heart splintered in quiet agony.
“Soon,” Lily whispered, her words curling like smoke. “Charmaine will be nothing but a guest in this house. And when the time is right, we’ll strip her of everything — her father’s affection, her inheritance, even her dignity.”
Rowan’s smug reply sliced through the air. “And I’ll take what’s hers. Even her position as Mrs. Sanders.”
The laughter that followed was malicious , sharp, and unrestrained.
Charmaine pressed her back against the wall, her body trembling uncontrollably though her face remained calm. Her champagne glass finally cracked under the pressure of her grip, shards splittering against the polished floor.
The sound was soft, but it startled her enough to leave. She hurried away before their voices could draw closer and to be discovered , her mind a whirlwind of betrayal.
Back in the glittering hall, she slipped into the crowd, her face a mask of practiced grace and composure. No one noticed the slight red mark on her hand from the shattered glass. No one saw the storm brewing in her eyes.
As the music intensified and laughter echoed, Charmaine silently vowed — one day, those whispers would turn against them.
And when that day came, the halls of the Deparker mansion would echo with a different sound: their downfall.
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