Emergency lights snapped on in deep red tones.
Chaos erupted. Guests screamed. Glass shattered somewhere in the hall.
Lena spun around—
One of the armed men was on the ground.
Disarmed.
Gone.
Sophia stood perfectly still.
“…You brought him here,” Lena said slowly. “This isn’t your funeral. It’s a setup.”
Sophia didn’t deny it.
Instead, she whispered:
“They’re watching us right now.”
A hidden camera lens blinked in the chandelier above.
Click.
Recording.
Sophia stepped closer to Lena.
“You were never meant to be convicted,” she said. “You were meant to be erased.”
Lena’s grip tightened on the axe.
“Who?”
Sophia finally turned toward the guests.
Not the rich families.
Not the guards.
But someone behind them.
A man in a white suit.
Smiling.
Clapping slowly.
“The man who rebuilt your life into a lie,” Sophia said.
Lena’s breath froze.
The man raised his hand slightly.
And every armed guard in the room suddenly turned their guns…
toward Sophia instead.
Not Lena.
Sophia smiled faintly.
“Now you understand,” she whispered to Lena.
“This wasn’t about your sister’s death.”
“It was about who gets to control your truth.”
The man in white stepped forward.
And said only one line:
“Kill them both.”
