“Now you have two choices,” Ivy said, her voice already thickening. “Let me die, and spend the rest of your life in prison for my murder. Or…” She swayed, clutching the banister. “Call an ambulance. Save me. And spend the rest of your life knowing I own you.”
She found the letter on the marble foyer floor, tucked beneath a vase of wilting lilies. The handwriting was hers. Or rather, a perfect copy of hers. The stepmother 3 sara stone
Sara’s blood chilled. Richard, her current husband, had mentioned a niece. An orphan. Coming to stay for “a few weeks.” He hadn’t mentioned she looked like Chloe’s vengeful twin. “Now you have two choices,” Ivy said, her
She was the prey.
Then she screamed for help—loud enough for the neighbors to hear, loud enough for Richard, loud enough for God. “Call an ambulance
Ivy collapsed into Sara’s arms, her lips turning blue. Her green eyes stayed open, watching, triumphant.