Roman Sterling walked with rapid, powerful strides straight across the marble foyer, completely ignoring his fiancée.
He knelt instantly on one knee beside Sarah, placing a broad, protective hand on her trembling shoulder.
Roman: Are you okay, Sarah?
Sarah looked up through a blur of tears, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps.
Sarah: She... she framed me, sir. She shoved me and accused me of stealing her jewelry!
Victoria scoffed loudly, smoothing down the sheer sleeves of her embroidered dress with arrogant confidence.
Victoria: Don't touch that gutter rat, Roman! Check those black bags in her hands! She stashed my family heirloom right inside them!
Roman slowly rose to his full height, his jaw locked tight as his cold, dark gaze locked onto Victoria.
He pulled a sleek black smartphone from his tailored jacket pocket, tapping the screen once to open a live video playback.
Roman: You mean the heirloom you personally slipped into her kit ten minutes ago?
Victoria froze, the arrogant smirk vanishing from her face in an instant.
Victoria: Roman... what are you talking about?
Roman turned the screen around, shoving it inches away from Victoria's face.
On the high-definition feed, the mansion's private surveillance system showed Victoria sneaking into the hallway while Sarah was in the restroom, unzipping the black leather travel bag, and stuffing the diamond choker deep into the inner compartment.
Roman: She is my biological sister. And the cameras caught you planting it.
Victoria gasped, all color draining from her face as she stumbled backward, her back slapping flat against the wall.
Victoria: Your... your biological sister?! But she's just a maid! She's been scrubbing your floors for months!
Roman: We were separated when we were children in the state foster system. I spent ten years and millions of dollars locating her.
Sarah held her breath, clutching the cases against her heart as Roman stepped forward, his eyes burning with absolute fury.
Roman: I brought her into my home under an assumed identity to see if she was happy, and to see how my future wife would treat someone she thought had no power.
Victoria: Wait, no! Roman, let me explain! I was stressed about the wedding! I thought she was trying to steal from us!
Roman: Save your lies for the district attorney.
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