Kylie’s POV.

Behind the heavy curtains of Olivia’s stately living room, I stood hidden, my heart beating with anticipation. The drama that was about to unfold was my orchestration—a masterpiece of deception revealed. As Olivia, her posture rigid with outrage, slapped Flora, the sound echoed like a shot through the room. She raised the tape recorder high, a tool of revelation in her trembling hands, and pressed play.

The first voice that emerged was unfamiliar, ...