WRITER'S POV

"Kill her, Malone!" Ken shouted, his voice loud and cruel.

Malone froze.

"No!" Hannah cried, shaking her head quickly as Malone lifted the gun toward Vera.

"He's trying to ruin you, Malone. Don't listen to him," she begged.

"You can't shoot our mother. You can't—"

"Don't you dare tell me what to do! Our mother? Please! Go wash your mouth!" Malone snapped, his voice shaking with anger.

His shout shook the room, and Tim swallowed his words, fear written all over his face. Vera stood still, her heart racing. She knew Ken never played fair. They were trapped.

"Stop this madness, Prince Kenneth," she said firmly, her voice...