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As Marlene stared at the damning video playing on her phone screen, a storm of emotions raged in her. The footage captured the chaotic encounter between her and Amber–the moment where it was obvious that her car had collided purposely with Amber’s–along with the heated exchange that followed, culminating in Marlene’s ill–fated decision to strike out at her annoying and good–for–nothing sister in a fit of
anger
The memory of those events played out before her eyes with painful clarity, each frame testifying to the unraveling of her composure and the loss of control that had landed her in a jail cell for not one but two nights.
The audacity of Amber’s actions–publicly releasing the incriminating video that painted Marlene in a less–than–flattering light–left her reeling with a sense of disbelief and indignation. How dare she? Marlene seethed inwardly, her pride wounded by the revelation of her own impulsive actions captured
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The knowledge that Amber and her husband. Richard, had played a role in her having to spend more time in jail only added fuel to the fire burning in her, stoking resentment and anger that threatened to consume her.
Watching the video repeatedly, Marlene couldn’t help but cringe at the image she presented–wild–eyed and unhinged, a stark contrast to the composed figure of Amber, who had initially remained unruffled in the face of her outburst.
The realization of how she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her, succumbing to a moment of weakness and losing control, only intensified her feelings of shame and frustration. And it was en more annoying to her that Amber didn’t release the full video, thereby skipping out on the part where she had also tried to strangle her to death.
Scrolling down to read the comments that accompanied the video, Marlene’s heart sank as she was mi with a flood of bitter criticom and condemnation. Each word was a sharp reminder of the public’s judgment, their scorn and derision cutting deep as they branded her as crazy, jealous, and unworthy of sympathy Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
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In a sudden eruption of rage and despair, Marlene hurled her phone across the room, the crash of impact punctuating the air with a jarring sound. Her breath came in harsh gasps as she paced the confines of her room, her footsteps echoing in the empty space as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging in her.
Fists clenched at her sides, Marlene fought to rein in the anger that threatened to consume her–the searing heat of frustration and a need to get back at Amber–fueling her anger.
As Marlene paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts consumed by anger and frustration, a sharp knock at the door shattered the tense silence. Irritation flickering across her features, she called out sharply. “Who is it?”
With a sense of deference that was characteristic of her role as head of household staff, Helena. cautiously pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her expression neutral. Holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice–a morning ritual that Marlene was known to favor–she approached he mistress with a respectful bow of her head.
“Forgive me for the intrusion, Mrs. Black,” Helena began. “I have brought you your morning juice, just like you request every day.”
Marlene’s frustration was very glaring as she gestured towards the table. “Just leave it there.”
The servant obeyed without a word, setting the glass down with a gentle clink before taking a step back, her eyes downcast in respect to Marlene’s obvious agitation.
Just as Helena turned to leave the room, Marlene’s voice halted her in her tracks. “Wait,” she called out, her tone more subdued this time, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice. “Is my husband home?”
Helena hesitated for a moment before answering. “No, Mrs. Black. Mr. Black left early this morning
and has not returned.
A heavy sigh escaped Marlene’s lips, a palpable sense of disappointment shadowing her features “Very well, she murmured, waving Helena away with a flick of her hand. “You may go.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, Helena exited the room, leaving Marlene alone once again with her thoughts and the glass of untouched orange juice beckoning from the table. Picking it up, she took a
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slow sip, the cool citrusy liquid offering a momentary reprieve from the turmoil brewing in her.
As she drained the glass in one swift gulp, Marlene’s mind drifted back to Kayden and the distance that seemed to have crept between them in recent days.
The memory of his absence during her ordeal–the two nights spent in a cold, unforgiving cell–stung with a sharp pang of betrayal, a feeling of bitterness, and a reminder of her fear of being abandoned.
The fact that Kayden had not visited her after the first day of her getting thrown in there, choosing instead to delegate her legal representation to a lawyer, who had been the one to deliver any message
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he had for her, had left Marlene feeling abandoned and adrift. The knowledge that he had not made an effort to reach out to her personally, to offer words of comfort or reassurance, gnawed at her wounded pride and deepened the rift that seemed to be widening between them.
Fingers trembling slightly, Marlene reached for her phone, scrolling through the contacts until she landed on her mother’s number. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she dialed the familiar digits, the ring echoing in her ears until a soft click signaled her mother’s answer.
“Marlene, darling. I was just about to call you.” Her mother’s voice was tinged with concern. “That video circulating online–it’s dreadful. Are you alright?”
A sharp hiss escaped Marlene’s lips, cutting through the tension like a knife as she snapped, “I didn’t call you to talk about that video, Mother. There are more pressing matters at hand.”
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“Marlene, darling, I was just about to call you.” Her mother’s voice was tinged with concern. “That video circulating online–it’s dreadful. Are you alright?”
A sharp hiss escaped Marlene’s lips, cutting through the tension like a knife as she snapped, “I didn’t call you to talk about that video, Mother. There are more pressing matters at hand.”
A moment of silence passed before her mother’s gentle inquiry floated through the line. “What is it, dear? What do you need?”
Marlene drew a ragged breath before she spoke. “I need you to do two things for me. First, help me. look into someone.”
Curiosity piqued in her mother’s tone, and she pressed on, “Who do you want me to investigate, dear?”
Taking another steady breath, Marlene hesitated only briefly before dropping the name that had haunted her thoughts since the loss of her child. “Angela Montez.” She uttered the name with disgust, the bitterness she felt tainting her voice. “I had looked into her briefly before… but I need a thorough investigation now. Find out everything you can.”
“Of course, dear. I’ll ask my people to get started right away. What’s the second thing you need help with?”
Marlene’s resolve hardened as she spoke, her words laced with a chilling finality. “I want to take action, Mother. I’m ready to place a hit on Amber.”
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