STANLEY’S POV

The scent of the expensive leather of my Rolls-Royce and the distant thrum of the engine was usually a balm and a familiar comfort that signified my daily retreat from the different chaos of the world to the sanctuary of my family mansion.

Well, not today. Each turn of the wheel, and the realization that we were almost home, only amplified the frantic drumming of my heart.

“Poisoned”

The word kept echoing in my mind, sharp and cold Ma.

The wedding. My wedding was supposed to be a happy one for me but it was twisted into a gruesome stage for my mother's murder.

And Chloe. My sister,...