As the intense orchestral strings swelled in the background, Victoria pointed a sharp, manicured finger down toward the mid-landing from her high-angle position. Tell her to confess her lies right now! Victoria spat aggressively, her voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings as she looked down without a single shred of remorse. Clara lay trapped among the debris, her golden dress ruined with heavy mud stains, and dark streaks of earth smudged across her pale face and arms. She clutched her swollen stomach protectively, her body shivering as soft, ragged sobs tore from her throat. The fall had been brutal, designed by Victoria to look like an unfortunate domestic accident that would eliminate Clara’s claim to the family empire. But as Victoria smiled in cruel triumph, believing she had finally broken her rival's spirit, Clara slowly shifted her arm beneath the folds of her dirt-stained dress, her trembling fingers wrapping around the cool metal of her hidden smartphone.