Chapter 480

Amara’s mother had died at her birth, but she had spent hours poring over old photographs. One image was seared into her memory: her mother standing by a sofa, a radiant smile on her face, wearing that exact necklace. It was identical. Amara was certain she wasn’t mistaken.

The idea that Fiona had simply bought the same one was too much of a coincidence. It was most likely a custom piece, one of a kind. So what was going on? Had Fiona stolen her mother’s belongings?

Fiona noticed Amara’s stare, and a smirk touched her lips. Her goal in changing clothes had been achieved. “What nonsense are you spouting now? Have you gone mad thinking about your dear, departed mother p>

“How dare you insult her p>

Though her mother’s life had been tragically short, Amara would not allow Fiona to speak of her that way—especially when Fiona was indirectly responsible for her death.

Pure hatred burned in her eyes. “Take off the necklace,” she said, each word laced with ice.

“Heh. This is my necklace. Why should I take it off?” Fiona ran a slow, deliberate finger over the pendant, her eyes filled with contempt and a flicker of triumphant glee. That look confirmed it for Amara. It was her mother’s.

The woman was a monster, stealing from the dead and flaunting it just to torment her. Amara wanted to kill her.

“What’s wrong? Upset?” Fiona’s voice was a venomous whisper. “It doesn’t matter. In this house, you will never have a voice. You don’t have the right to be angry p>

With that, she and Elowen swept past, their heads held high.

For years, Fiona had cultivated the image of a virtuous, gentle wife to secure her position and keep Larry feeling guilty. But she had recently learned that all her efforts had been for nothing. Larry planned to give the majority shares to Amara. That was unacceptable. After a screaming match with Larry, she had decided to stop pretending. If hiding her true nature got her nothing, she might as well fight for what she wanted out in the open.

Staring at Fiona’s retreating back, Amara’s expression darkened. The necklace was undoubtedly her mother’s, and her mother’s jewelry should have been secured in the Sullivan family vault. Logically, only Larry had the key. Had he given Fiona the necklace?

Amara doubted it. Larry was many things, but he was obsessed with his public image. Giving his late wife’s jewelry to his current one would be a humiliating scandal if it ever got out.

No, Fiona must have taken it herself. Amara’s eyes grew colder as she pulled out her phone and made a call. “I need you to look into something for me p>

The next day, her suspicions were confirmed. Fiona had indeed begun to plunder her mother’s estate, doing so with such care that Larry

remained completely obliviousel. ni

leaving no trail of evidence. Without proof, f Amara couldnt accuse her Larry would never believe her.

Fiona’s words from the day before echoed in her mind: *In this house, you will

never have a voice p>

Amara closed her eyes. As

P.n

infuriating as the statement was, it was true. She had to secure a more powerful position in the Sullivan family It was like they always say money is power. Once she held the majority shares in the Sullivan Group, she would have the status and influence she needed.

And to get those shares, she had to get married. Was there truly no other way? It seemed inevitable. If she didn’t, Larry would eventually find out about her pregnancy, and he would see her as a disgraceful daughter who had a child out of wedlock.