“You’re right,” she said. “I do look like her. But she died because she played along. I’ll burn this house to the ground before I let you turn me into her.”
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Julian’s smile never wavered. “Of course.” The party was a nightmare dressed in crystal and candlelight. A mansion on the Hudson, filled with silver-haired men and women who laughed too loud. Pristine wore a vintage black dress—the dead woman’s—and felt like a ghost even before she stepped inside. “You’re right,” she said
But Pristine thought of her mother’s trembling hands. Of the eviction date stamped in red on the notice. Of every boy who’d used her in high school and called it love. I’ll burn this house to the ground before
He slid a photograph across the table. A young woman—blonde, smiling, vaguely familiar. “My late wife,” he said. “She died three years ago. Car accident. Or so they ruled.”
She played her part. Drank sparkling water as champagne. Laughed at jokes she didn’t understand. Let an old senator kiss her cheek and murmur, “You look wonderful, my dear. So… resilient.”
Julian Vance was a family friend—or so her mother called him. In truth, he was a vulture with a tailored suit and a soft, patient voice. He’d been circling the property for months, offering bridge loans, extensions, “creative solutions.” But today, he came with a different offer.
