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THE PERFECT REVENGE

Chapter 3 Three

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: 14/01/2025

tt, the family's trusted caretaker, sat on the edge of the cream-colored sofa in the expansive living room. Her posture was composed,

across from her, his notebook open, pen poised to capture every word

rm but polite. "You've worked with Mr.

I was hired after his health be

tly were y

ors' recommendations. I also accompanied him to some of his appointments and provided ge

e page. "And did you notice anything unusual about his he

ident in recent months was a fainting spell about four weeks ago. His

ed. "And you administere

e in the afternoon. Blood pressure medicatio

ds hang in the air before asking, "Wha

. "I left at my usual time, shortly before dinner started. M

the fireplace, her hand clenched around a tissue. "Privacy," she repeated mockingly. "How conveni

"Mrs. Westwood, Jonathan was in good health when I left. If I h

re, you'd have stayed to make sure

s tone cold. "Enough. Vanessa is

idn't respond. Harris, unfazed

on, "did you notice anything unusual about the family or t

oment before shaking her head. "No,

now. "One of the maids mentioned seeing you leav

ng toward the detective. "I wouldn't say I was in a hurry," she said care

, his gaze unyielding. "And wh

," Vanessa re

yone ver

ng tighter in her lap. "I live alone. No o

ir across the room, finally spoke, her voice low and almost moc

e worked in healthcare for a long time, Miss Westwood. I

ling her legs up beneath her as sh

till locked on Vanessa. "Miss Scott, you're aware of t

id softly, her ton

explanation for ho

replied. "I wasn't h

otebook. "We'll need access to your records-Mr. Westwood's

id. "I'll email them to

"That's all for now, Miss Scott. Please don't l

nts graceful but deliberate. "Of course

e. "And what about the fact that you were the last person

h cool composure. "Mrs. Westwood, I understand your grief, but I only did what I was hired to do.

Victor stepped in again, his voi

sa left the room, her footst

. Her hands trembled slightly as she fumbled with her keys. The image of Jonathan's lifeless body flash

she straightened herself and climbed into he

ions hung heavy in the air-questions she knew she couldn't answer, at least not yet.

ndle this. Sh

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THE PERFECT REVENGE
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“"And finally, to Vanessa Scott, I leave the entirety of Westwood Enterprises, including all real estate holdings, luxury brands, and international operations. Vanessa Scott is to be the sole owner of Westwood Enterprises. However, there is a condition..." Everyone in the room held their breath as Whitmore paused. "As per Jonathan Westwood's instructions," Whitmore continued, "Vanessa's inheritance and that of the members of the Westwood family mentioned in this will, can only be transferred upon her marriage to August Westwood." "To receive the inheritance," Whitmore continued, "Vanessa Scott must marry August Westwood within six months from the date of Mr. Westwood's passing. If they fail to marry, the inheritance will be revoked and distributed to charitable organizations across the globe." When billionaire CEO Jonathan Westwood collapses at the family dinner table, his death shatters the Westwood family. His son, August, is thrust into a web of suspicion and power struggles as the police uncover signs of foul play. In a family where secrets run deep, everyone-from his mother who holds a grudge against his father for his infidelity, to his ambitious older brother and enigmatic younger sister- is a suspect. Amid the turmoil, August finds comfort in Vanessa, his father's quiet and compassionate caretaker. Drawn to her warmth and understanding, he leans on her as he navigates the treacherous waters of grief and betrayal. Together, they unravel the threads of Jonathan's life, uncovering shocking truths about his family. But as August edges closer to the truth, alliances shift, motives blur, and the line between love and deception grows thin.”