The Billionaire Matriarch Faked Blindness to Trap Her Greedy Stepbrother — But His Final Move Shocked Everyone — Part 3 of 3

The Trap That Caught a Snake

We drove home in silence, the city lights blurring past the car windows. Grandmother sat in the back seat, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. I sat beside her, my mind racing with questions I was too afraid to ask.

When we pulled into the estate's long driveway, the house was lit up like a beacon. Aunt Evelyn stood on the front steps, a glass of wine in her hand, a smile on her face.

"Margaret!" she called out, her voice full of fake concern. "I heard there was a commotion at the hangar. Is everything alright?"

Grandmother stepped out of the car, walking with a steadiness that made Evelyn's smile falter. "Everything is fine," she said. "But we need to talk."

Evelyn's eyes darted to me, then back to Grandmother. "Of course. Come inside."

We followed her into the study, a room lined with bookshelves and old family portraits. Grandmother closed the door behind us, and the click of the lock made Evelyn jump.

"What's this about?" Evelyn asked, her voice nervous.

Grandmother pulled out the audio recorder and placed it on the desk. "I think you know."

Evelyn stared at the device, her face draining of color. "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

Grandmother pressed play, and Evelyn's voice filled the room. "Bryce, the old lady's meds are in the tray. Replace them with the sugar pills."

Evelyn's glass slipped from her fingers, shattering on the floor. "That's not—that's not what it sounds like."

"It sounds exactly like what it is," Grandmother said. "Treason. Attempted murder."

Evelyn took a step back, her eyes wild. "You have no proof."

Grandmother smiled. "I have more than proof. I have Bryce's confession."

She pulled out her phone and played a video. Bryce, in handcuffs, his face pale, speaking to a detective. "Evelyn planned everything. She told me about the safe, about the cameras, about the medication. She wanted Margaret dead so we could split the inheritance."

Evelyn's face crumpled. "You little—"

She lunged for Grandmother, but I stepped between them, my arm outstretched. "Don't you dare touch her!"