The heavy thud of the duffel bag echoed against the pink walls, shattering the brief silence in the room.

Augustus looked at the icy hostility radiating from Eleonora's eyes. A strange flicker of panic sparked in his chest. He decided to soften his approach.

He took a step forward and opened his arms, offering a warm, familiar hug to calm her down.

"Elly," Augustus said, his voice dropping an octave, dripping with manufactured tenderness. "Welcome home. We really missed you."

Eleonora watched him approach. Her mind flashed to the nightmare-the memory of Augustus standing by coldly while the internet tore her to shreds. Her stomach twisted into a tight, nauseating knot.

Just as his hands were about to brush the fabric of her trench coat, Eleonora took a sharp, massive step to the right.

Augustus grabbed nothing but empty air. His arms hung awkwardly in the space between them. The mask of tenderness on his face cracked instantly.

He stared at her in disbelief. The girl who used to follow him around, desperate for his attention, now looked at him like he was a disease.

Isaac frowned deeply, disgusted by her behavior. He thought she was being incredibly cruel, trampling all over Augustus's goodwill.

Eleonora brushed her shoulder with her hand, a physical gesture of absolute revulsion. "Stay away from me. I feel dirty."

The words hit Augustus like a physical slap across the face. The light in his eyes died, replaced by a dark, simmering anger.

He dropped his arms and shoved his hands deep into his tailored pockets. His voice turned hard. "What is your problem, Eleonora? Why are you throwing a tantrum?"

He pointed toward the hallway. "The guest rooms in the south wing are empty. You need rest. Go sleep there tonight so we don't ruin the party."

Addisyn peeked out from behind Isaac, her voice small and sweet. "Yes, sister. The guest rooms are very quiet. I promise I'll move out of the master bedroom tomorrow."

Eleonora let out a sharp, mocking laugh. The sound was entirely devoid of humor; it was pure, concentrated ridicule.

She locked her piercing gaze onto Augustus, looking at him as if he were completely brain-dead. "You want me, the only legal heir to the Carlisle family, to sleep in a guest room?"

She raised a finger and pointed it straight at Addisyn. "And leave the master bedroom to a parasite with no blood ties and no legal adoption papers?"

The word "parasite" hit Addisyn like a bullet. All the color drained from her face, and fat tears began to roll rapidly down her cheeks.

Isaac took an angry step forward. "Your words are disgusting, Eleonora. You have absolutely no class."

Eleonora didn't flinch. She met Isaac's furious glare head-on. "Class is reserved for human beings. Not for thieves who steal other people's property."

Augustus tried to use logic to crush her rebellion. "This house is legally under your father's name. Clyde has the right to decide who sleeps in which room."

Eleonora looked at Augustus with deep pity. "It seems your pre-law classes at the Ivy League were a complete waste of money."

She reached into the deep pocket of her trench coat, pulled out a neatly folded legal document, and whipped it directly at Augustus's chest.

The papers hit him with a sharp smack and fluttered open. Augustus instinctively caught the top page and glanced down.

His pupils contracted violently.

The document clearly stated that the entire estate was held in an irrevocable trust established by the late Eleonora Sr.

And upon turning eighteen, Eleonora had automatically assumed absolute, unchallengeable ownership of the property.

"Clyde only has residency rights," Eleonora stated, her voice ringing with absolute authority. "I am the sole owner of this estate."

Augustus's hand trembled slightly as he gripped the paper. His arrogant logic and biased defense were instantly pulverized by hard legal proof.

Isaac saw the look of defeat on Augustus's face and realized immediately that they had lost. His aggressive posture deflated.

Eleonora crossed her arms over her chest, delivering her final verdict. "Now. Get the hell out of my room."

A suffocating silence filled the room. The only sound was Addisyn's quiet, pathetic sniffling.

Augustus shoved the legal document into Isaac's chest. He took a heavy step backward, his face dark with humiliation. He completely abandoned the argument over the room.

But Eleonora wasn't finished.

She took two aggressive steps forward, closing the distance and standing directly in front of Addisyn.

The sheer force of Eleonora's presence made it hard for Addisyn to breathe. Addisyn instinctively tried to back away, but her hips hit the hard edge of the marble vanity. She was trapped.

Eleonora leaned in slightly. Her eyes bypassed Addisyn's crying face and locked onto her long, pale neck.

Resting against Addisyn's collarbone, clashing horribly with the cheap pink fabric of her dress, was a massive, flawless sapphire and diamond necklace.

Eleonora's blood ran ice cold. It was the "Eye of the Deep," her late mother's most cherished piece of jewelry.

She shot her hand forward and grabbed the heavy sapphire pendant. She pulled it sharply toward her. The thick diamond chain dug into the back of Addisyn's neck, leaving a harsh red line on her skin.

Addisyn shrieked in pain. Her hands flew up to grab her throat, her tears flowing freely now. "Sister, what are you doing! You're hurting me!"

Isaac's muscles tensed, ready to intervene again, but Eleonora shot him a glare so lethal it nailed his feet to the floor.

Eleonora ignored Addisyn's screams. "Who gave you permission to touch my mother's things?" she demanded, her voice a deadly whisper.

Addisyn stammered, her chest heaving in panic. "D-Dad! Clyde said it looked pretty with my dress! He let me borrow it for tonight!"

Eleonora let out a harsh scoff. "Clyde? What gives him the right to lend out things he doesn't own?"

She slowly turned her head to look at Augustus and Isaac, her eyes burning with contempt. "Tell me, you two Ivy League scholars. What is the charge in the New York State Penal Code for taking and wearing high-value property without the owner's consent?"

Augustus's face turned an ugly shade of gray. He knew exactly what it was. It was Grand Larceny in the third degree.

Eleonora stepped closer, her voice relentless. "You stood there and defended her. Is this what your elite families taught you? How to harbor and protect a common thief?"

The word "thief" struck like a hammer. It shattered the delicate, innocent socialite persona Addisyn had spent months building.

Isaac's face went pale. He felt physically sick at the thought that the pure, sweet girl he had been protecting was being branded a criminal.

Addisyn realized instantly that if she left this room with the label of a thief, her reputation in high society would be permanently destroyed.

Survival instinct kicked in. She abandoned her victim act and desperately reached behind her neck, her fingers fumbling blindly with the intricate clasp.

She was shaking so hard that her manicured nails scratched her own skin, drawing tiny beads of blood.

The clasp finally gave way. The heavy sapphire necklace slid off her neck and dropped into Eleonora's waiting palm.

Addisyn clutched her bleeding neck, crying hysterically. She looked at Isaac, her eyes begging for sympathy and rescue, desperately trying to salvage her image.

But Isaac wouldn't meet her eyes. He stared at the necklace in Eleonora's hand, a dark seed of doubt finally taking root in his mind.

Eleonora reached into her pocket and pulled out a sterile alcohol wipe. Right in front of their faces, she began to meticulously scrub the sapphire and the diamonds.

She rubbed the metal with intense focus, as if the necklace had been contaminated by a deadly virus. The silent, physical gesture was infinitely more humiliating than a slap to the face.

Addisyn watched her scrub the jewels. The humiliation burned like acid in her chest. She dug her fingernails so hard into her palms that they nearly broke the skin.

Eleonora dropped the clean necklace into her coat pocket. She tossed the dirty wipe perfectly into the small trash can by the vanity.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping over the three of them. "The room. The jewelry. If there is anything else you stole, I suggest you hand it over now."

Augustus took a deep, shaky breath. He realized with absolute clarity that in this room, Eleonora had stripped them of every legal and moral defense they had.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on.

Augustus broke the suffocating silence. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, desperately trying to salvage a shred of his dignity and control.

"Elly, you are taking this way too far," Augustus said, his voice strained. "There are dozens of guests downstairs. Addi's cousin Cody is here. If you kick her out now, you're going to cause a massive scene."

He tried to use the weight of social pressure and the physical threat of Cody to force Eleonora to back down.

Eleonora stared at him. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a cold, wicked smile.

She looked at Augustus as if he were the punchline to a very bad joke. "Are you talking about the loudmouth idiot who tried to mug me in the foyer?"

Augustus and Isaac both froze. They had been upstairs the entire time. They had no idea what had happened on the first floor.

Eleonora dropped the bomb with terrifying calmness. "Ten minutes ago, I had my security drag that piece of trash out the front gates by his armpits."

Addisyn gasped, clapping both hands over her mouth in horror. "You threw Cody out? He was my VIP guest!"

Eleonora's eyes snapped to her, cold and dead. "In my house, a guest is only someone I invite. Everyone else is a trespasser."

Augustus was completely stunned. The reality finally crashed down on him. The Eleonora standing in front of him was no longer the fragile, accommodating girl who cared about his opinions.

She was a drawn blade. Cold, decisive, and wielding absolute power.

He looked at her pale, resolute face, and something deep and suppressed inside his chest gave a violent, painful throb.

His shoulders slumped. He raised both hands in the air in a gesture of total surrender. "Okay. You win. We're leaving."

Isaac's jaw clenched so hard his teeth ground together, but under the crushing weight of Eleonora's authority, he had no choice. He turned on his heel and marched toward the door.

Seeing her two massive pillars of support crumble, Addisyn panicked. She didn't want to leave the master bedroom. It was her ultimate symbol of status in this family.

She reached out, her fingers brushing the sleeve of Isaac's jacket.

Isaac flinched and pulled his arm away before she could grab it. The word "thief" was still ringing loudly in his ears.

Addisyn's hand hung suspended in the air. The rejection sent a wave of burning shame through her entire body. She started to shake uncontrollably.

Eleonora glanced at the slim watch on her wrist. She delivered her final order. "Alistair. Watch her pack her trash. If there is a single pink item left in this room in ten minutes, burn it."

Alistair, who had been standing silently by the door like a shadow, bowed his head. "Yes, Miss Eleonora."

The old butler stepped fully into the room. He stared at Addisyn with eyes like chips of ice and extended his arm toward the closet. "Please."

Addisyn bit her lower lip so hard she tasted copper. Humiliated beyond words, she frantically directed her two makeup artists to start throwing her clothes and cosmetics into suitcases.

Eleonora didn't spare her another glance. She turned her back on the room and walked toward the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside, the manicured lawns stretched into the darkness. The heavy bass from the pool party still rattled the windowpanes, a mocking soundtrack to her homecoming.

Minutes later, the chaotic sounds of zippers closing and the harsh grating of suitcase wheels rolling across the floor signaled Addisyn's retreat.

The heavy doors clicked shut. The room was finally empty, save for Eleonora and Alistair.

Eleonora closed her eyes. The adrenaline that had kept her standing suddenly vanished. A violent wave of dizziness washed over her, a harsh reminder of her recovering body.

She reached out and gripped the wooden window frame. Her knuckles turned stark white as she fought to stay upright. She pressed her hot forehead against the freezing glass, forcing her breathing to slow.

Alistair took a quick, worried step forward, his hands reaching out to catch her.

Eleonora raised one hand, stopping him in his tracks. She wouldn't show weakness. Not even to him.

She opened her eyes. The cold, sharp light returned to her gaze as she stared down at the flashing neon lights by the pool.

"Alistair," she commanded, her voice weak but laced with steel. "Go downstairs and end that circus. I need absolute silence."