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Chapter 5 - Playing Dead

For the next three weeks, I vanished from the world.

David secured me in a private farm property owned by his family in rural Maryland. While my body healed, I didn't waste a single second. I brought in an independent genetic team to conduct an in-utero DNA test, legally certified and witnessed by state officials.

The results came back unanimous: Mark Vance was 99.9% the biological father.

I also worked around the clock with a team of forensic accountants provided by the federal task force. We pieced together Eleanor’s paper trail—a complex web of shell companies, fake invoices, and off-shore transfers totaling over $14 million stolen from Vance Enterprises' shareholders.

Every evening, I sat by the window, watching the sunset over the Maryland hills, feeling my baby kick with increasing strength.

"They thought they could bury us," I whispered to the quiet room. "They didn't realize we were seeds."

On a Tuesday evening, David arrived with a encrypted burner phone.

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"Chloe Vance has been trying to contact your old number," David said. "She's losing her mind, Clara. She thinks your spirit is haunting the house. Eleanor is forcing her to go through with her lavish engagement party this weekend."

I looked at the phone, a cold smile forming on my lips. "Then it's time to make a phone call."

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