Chapter 3 : The House of Glass
Chapter 3 : The House of Glass
The interrogation room was a stark contrast to the opulence of the foyer. Isabella sat on a cold metal chair, the fluorescent lights buzzing with an irritating, relentless hum. Detective Miller, a man with skin like weathered parchment, sat across from her, tossing a tablet onto the table.
"We’ve seen the footage, Isabella," Miller said, his voice devoid of curiosity. "And we’ve reviewed the bank transfers. You weren't just playing a game of social climbing; you were running a systematic liquidation of the estate. The 'fall' was the final piece of the puzzle to secure the inheritance before Marcus could finalize his divorce from your influence."
Isabella remained silent. She had been coached by the best lawyers money could buy, but as she watched Miller tap the screen, she saw the digital ledger Marcus had handed over. It was complete. It wasn't just about the sister; it was a comprehensive history of three years of gaslighting, financial coercion, and calculated social sabotage.
"Where is he?" she whispered.
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"He’s at the hospital with his sister," Miller replied. "He’s not interested in seeing you. He’s not interested in your justification. He’s just interested in seeing you vanish from his life."
For the first time in her life, Isabella felt the crushing weight of insignificance. She had defined herself by her proximity to power, by her ability to bend the wills of those around her. Now, stripped of her access, her status, and her secrets, she was nothing but a suspect in a room. The silence of the station was the most honest thing she had ever encountered—it didn't demand a performance. It only demanded a consequence.
