Chapter 120

Victoria Lancaster stared in shock at the sudden appearance before her. Her mind raced, realizing her earlier words to Evelyn might have been overheard.

"Victoria Lancaster, you were never Mom and Dad's real daughter! It was always Evelyn!" Sophia Montgomery shouted, her voice dripping with fury. "I treated you like a sister, but all you ever wanted was to steal my place!"

Victoria's stomach twisted. She was a master of deception, though, and quickly forced a wounded expression onto her face. "No, Sophia, you've got it all wrong. I am their daughter—"

"Stop lying!" Sophia snapped, waving her phone triumphantly. "I recorded everything you just said. I'm going straight back to show them the truth!" She cast a disdainful glance at Evelyn, still motionless on the ground.

"Even if I have to accept this pathetic excuse of a sister, it's better than letting a fraud like you keep pretending!" With that, Sophia turned on her heel.

Victoria lunged after her, feigning desperation. "Sophia, please—don't!"

"Ha! As if I'd let you take what even I couldn't have!" Sophia smirked, spinning back—only to freeze at the venomous glint in Victoria's eyes.

For the first time in her life, Sophia saw the true monster beneath Victoria's mask.

She barely had time to gasp before the knife plunged into her chest.

Sophia's breath hitched, her eyes widening in horror. "Victoria… you—"

"The Montgomery family's precious daughter? That title is mine now." Victoria's lips curled into a chilling smile as she yanked the blade free—only to drive it in again. And again.

Blood splattered across Victoria's face and clothes, but she didn’t flinch. She simply watched as Sophia's body crumpled, life fading from her eyes.

"Defy me?" Victoria whispered, wiping the blade clean. "I won’t even give you the chance to regret it."

Her gaze flicked to Evelyn’s unconscious form nearby.

Evelyn Sinclair stirred as icy air bit into her skin. Her eyelids fluttered open, pain exploding through her skull—but the agony in her heart was worse.

She was Eleanor and William Kingsley’s real daughter.

Victoria had stolen her life, her family, every scrap of love meant for her.

And the worst part? The hatred in Eleanor and William’s eyes whenever they looked at her.

Gritting her teeth, Evelyn pushed herself up—then froze.

A knife.

Clutched in her hand, its blade crusted with dried blood.

Her pulse spiked as she turned—and saw the body beside her.

Sophia.

The daughter Eleanor and William had cherished for over twenty years.

Pale. Lifeless.

Her pristine white coat now stained crimson.