Chapter 114
The collision left Evelyn Sinclair dazed, her back pressed against the cold wall as the world spun around her.
She didn’t notice the delicate gold pendant—hidden beneath her clothes for years—slip free from its confines.
But Victoria Lancaster did.
Her sharp eyes locked onto the butterfly-shaped pendant dangling from Evelyn’s neck.
She remembered everything.
Three years ago, when whispers spread that Evelyn might be Eleanor Kingsley’s biological daughter, Victoria had gone to extreme lengths.
She had stolen Eleanor’s toothbrush through Sophia Montgomery’s connections.
She had snatched Evelyn’s discarded clothes for DNA samples.
The results confirmed it—Evelyn was the long-lost daughter William and Eleanor Montgomery had searched for over two decades.
The revelation had filled Victoria with bitter envy—and birthed a wicked plan.
With Margaret Dawson and Richard Montgomery’s help, she staged an elaborate deception, convincing Eleanor and William that she was their missing child.
They had mentioned the pendant back then—a custom-made heirloom, engraved with the name Eveline.
Victoria knew Evelyn had once gone by that name before changing it.
She just hadn’t known her true surname.
Now, seeing the pendant in plain sight, Victoria’s blood ran cold.
Margaret and Richard had claimed to have seen the pendant years ago but didn’t know its whereabouts.
Eleanor and William, too eager to embrace their "daughter," had dropped the matter after the adoption papers were signed.
Victoria had been careful—always watching.
When she first met Evelyn’s grandfather, Henry Whitmore, she noticed the way his eyes sharpened when he called Evelyn Eveline.
That was when she knew she had to act.
She made sure Henry Whitmore never spoke again.
For three years, she had basked in the life that should have been Evelyn’s.
And now, this damned pendant threatened to ruin everything.
She wouldn’t allow it.
Victoria rushed to Evelyn’s side, feigning concern. "Evelyn, are you okay?"
Her hands, however, were anything but gentle—clawing at the chain around Evelyn’s neck.
The clasp held firm.
"Victoria, stop!" Evelyn gasped, pain lacing her voice as she tried to push her away.
Margaret, catching Victoria’s frantic glance, spotted the pendant.
Understanding flashed in her eyes.
She swooped in, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Oh, Victoria, you foolish girl! After everything she’s done to you—stealing Alexander, hurting Ethan—how can you still care?"
Evelyn didn’t understand why they were strangling her with the chain, only that it was cutting into her skin.
"Victoria, don’t waste another second on this wretch," Margaret sneered, glaring at Evelyn. "Come upstairs with me. Just looking at her makes my skin crawl."
"Of course, Mother," Victoria purred, a sinister smile twisting her lips.
With one final, brutal yank—
The chain snapped.
The pendant was hers.