As my father slowly raised the heavy bat once again, none of the three people in front of me had any idea of what was about to happen next.
PART 2
“Do not call anyone just yet because we have to fix this scene first,” Mark ordered, holding up his hand.
I remained slumped on the marble floor, cradling my fractured arm tightly against my ribs while trying my best not to lose consciousness from the excruciating pain.
The tiny camera hidden on my brooch was still transmitting every single second, and every word they spoke would eventually ruin them.
Yasmin opened a crystal bottle of expensive whiskey from the bar, splashing the golden liquid onto the floor around me before placing the half-empty bottle next to my hand.
“We will tell the police that she arrived home completely drunk, started screaming hysterically, and fell down,” she explained with a cold smirk.
