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Chapter 7 - The Unmasking

The heavy velvet curtains behind Alessandro pulled back, revealing a massive LED screen. The lights in the ballroom dimmed automatically.

Isabella’s smile faltered slightly. She felt a strange, cold pit form in her stomach.

The screen flickered to life. But it wasn't a slideshow of romantic pictures. It was a crisp, crystal-clear audio file played over the hall’s high-end sound system, accompanied by text transcripts and security video logs.

The voice of Isabella rang through the ballroom loud and clear:

"He doesn't suspect a thing. He thinks he was just tired... Send Julian up there tonight. Make it look like an accidental gas leak or a house fire. I can't have that six-year-old brat talking to anyone else."

Gasps erupted across the room like a wave. Guests turned in shock to look at Isabella. Her parents stood frozen, their faces drained of all color.

"What... what is this?!" Isabella screamed, dropping her champagne glass. The glass shattered on the parquet floor. "Alessandro! Turn that off! Someone has hacked the system!"

"Silence!" Alessandro’s voice thundered through the microphone, commanding the room.

The video on the screen shifted. It showed a high-resolution laboratory report displaying the words: ARSENIC COMPOUND DETECTED - SPOILED FOOD PRODUCT (BUTTER DISH).

Then, the screen cut to live footage from a local police interrogation room. On camera sat Julian, handcuffed to a metal table, confessing directly to the camera:

"Isabella Vance hired me. She paid me fifty thousand dollars upfront to tamper with the gas lines at the Berkshire cabin to kill the housekeeper and her six-year-old daughter because the child saw her putting poison in Alessandro Romano's food."

The ballroom devolved into utter chaos. Whispers, shouts, and horrified cries echoed everywhere. Camera flashes began going off frantically as journalists in the back started taking photos.

Isabella stumbled backward, her chest heaving violently. "No... no! It's a lie! It's a setup! Alessandro, you're insane!"

She turned to run toward the grand exit doors, but the heavy oak doors burst open.

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Six uniformed officers from the Providence Police Department, accompanied by federal agents, marched into the room. Behind them walked Marcus Vance, leading a tiny girl in a blue dress holding her mother’s hand.

Six-year-old Emma walked into the ballroom, safe, sound, and unharmed.

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