Chapter 1 - THE STAINED SILK
The banquet hall hummed with the soft clink of fine china and warm, golden light.
Underneath the main table, the patterned carpet felt cold against Hannah’s bare knees.
Her cream silk slip dress was ruined, dark red wine spreading across the front like a fresh wound.
She cradled her seven-month belly with both hands, her small knuckles white with fear.
Above her, Victoria leaned over the crisp white tablecloth.
Her pristine beige satin suit didn't have a single crease, and her pearl necklace glinted under the crystal chandeliers.
"Stay under there," Victoria whispered, her voice dropping into a razor-thin line of ice.
"You're only useful for a grandson."
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Hannah’s breath hitched, tears spilling over her lashes.
She pressed her back against the legs of a heavy gold chair, her body trembling violently.
