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Marcus watched proudly from the patio.
Ever since his wife died in a car accident five years earlier, he had dreamed of giving his daughters a loving family again.
He had no idea what kind of monsters he had welcomed into his home.
The moment Patricia entered the mansion afterward, her fake smile vanished.
“I can’t stand those little brats anymore!” she snapped, throwing her designer purse across the bedroom. “They ruin everything!”
Her mother, Coraline Langston, calmly dried Patricia’s wet hair with a towel.
“You need to stay patient,” Coraline warned. “You’ve worked too hard to lose everything now.”
Patricia collapsed onto the bed angrily.
“I thought marrying Marcus meant I’d never struggle again. But those girls come first in everything. Vacations. Money. Attention. And when they turn eighteen, they’ll inherit everything.”
Coraline slowly smiled.
“They won’t live that long.”
Patricia stared at her mother.
“What do you mean?”
“The plan is already in motion,” Coraline whispered. “Marcus worships you. If something happens to those girls, nobody will ever suspect us.”
A twisted smile spread across Patricia’s face.
“And how exactly are we supposed to do that?”
Coraline lowered her voice even further.
“There’s an old healer in the mountains. She sells a poison with no smell, no taste, and no trace in blood tests.”
Mother and daughter laughed together.
Moments later, Marcus entered the room smiling.
“What’s so funny in here?”
Patricia instantly wrapped her arms around him.