Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

In the Fuller residence, even the maids could see the power dynamics. Felicia might be the true daughter of the family, but she lacked the favor and influence Kayla enjoyed. They ought to know how to adjust their sails to the wind. If they weren't on Kayla's good side now, when would they be?

With that in mind, Mina decided it was time to take action-not just for herself but also for her husband, Ruben.

At this, she called out to Felicia, who was just about to head to her room. "Ms. Felicia! Wait a moment!"

...

Kayla was at the beach. She meticulously laid out her plan, detailing every last step until Shawn nodded vigorously in understanding.

This time, she was sure her plan was flawless. Once it was executed, Felicia would be erased, as insignificant as a pebble tossed into the ocean.

Stretching with a yawn, Kayla stood and began walking back toward the car. "Get to it," she ordered sharply.

Shawn clutched his cash, practically glowing with joy. With this money, he wouldn't have to sleep under a bridge tonight. A hotel bed awaited him instead.

As Kayla approached the Rolls-Royce, she noticed something odd. The dashcam had been turned to face a different direction, and her heart skipped a beat.

She froze, her mind flashing back to Ruben's recent shift in attitude. Where had he suddenly gained the nerve to defy her?

It clicked.

He would not have done so... unless he had leverage over her.

Her thoughts raced to the day before her visit to Alverton, when she'd had a meeting with Shawn. She distinctly remembered the dashcam capturing their conversation. At the time, she'd told Ruben to delete the footage. But what if he didn't?

Her blood ran cold as anger and fear surged through her veins, causing her eyes to darken with fury.

She turned on her heel and stormed toward Shawn, her voice low and icy. After whispering something in his ear, Shawn hesitated before nodding and entering the car.

Ruben, oblivious to the exchange, glanced in the rearview mirror and caught Shawn's smug expression as he fondled the cash.

At that, Ruben rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Ms. Kayla, should I-"

Before he could finish, something looped around his neck. It was a leather belt.

Shawn, seated in the back, yanked it tight.

Ruben's hands flew to his throat, clawing desperately at the belt. His legs kicked wildly as he struggled for air, his face turning a deep, suffocating red. Veins bulged across his forehead and neck as he gasped and flailed.

Through the windshield, he locked eyes with Kayla, who stood outside the car. Her gaze was as cold and unfeeling as the night.

She found out about the memory card Ruben kept.

Kayla strode to the car and began rifling through Ruben's pockets. It didn't take long to find the tiny memory card.

She popped it into the dashcam and

hit play. The footage confirmed her suspicions it contained the

damning conversation between her and Shawn. It was the footage Ruben had promised to delete.

BUMS

Kayla sneered, holding the card up for a moment before snapping it in half with a satisfying crack.

Ruben's lips moved as if to beg for mercy, but the words never came. His struggles weakened until his limbs went limp. His head slumped forward, and the car fell silent.

"Is... Is he dead?" Shawn asked between gulps of air, unable to see from his angle.

She glanced at the lifeless body. Then, she quickly turned away, disgusted by the sight. "Go get some alcohol. The strongest you can find. Do it Now!"This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"Okay!" Shawn scrambled out of the car, sprinting toward the nearest convenience store.

The beach was eerily quiet, the surrounding area deserted. Cedar Street and its adjacent landfill were rarely visited, especially at night. No one would stumble upon what had just happened without the streetlights or nearby residents.

ΛΟ

Kayla's initial panic began to fade before it was replaced by cold calculation.

What she was unaware of was that Lance and his crew, hiding nearby, had witnessed everything.

When the Rolls-Royce began rocking unnaturally, one of Lance's men zoomed in with his phone camera.

What they captured left them speechless-Kayla choking Ruben with Shawn's help and then casually destroying the evidence.

"Mr. Thompson," the man whispered, trembling. "What do we do? Should we stop them?"