Sophia’s breath caught the moment Jessica lifted the shimmering, pearl-lined dress from the shelf.The gown was breathtaking—sleek, royal blue, dusted with handcrafted crystals that glittered beneath the mall’s chandelier lights. It was the kind of dress meant to be photographed on red carpets, featured on magazine covers, envied by every woman who saw it. And more than that, it was expensive—painfully expensive. A piece worth thousands of dollars, the kind that could settle months of bills for someone struggling.And there Jessica stood, holding it up against her body with a smile.After a while, Jessica reached for a matching jewelry set displayed beside the dress. White gold with Sapphire stones, and intricate filigree designs that wrapped around each gem. The necklace alone could sell for the price of a small car.Sophia’s fingers curled tightly into fists.Her mother, Ava, was right beside her, rummaging Jealousy hit Sophia like a slap—sharp, hot, and immediate!She had tri

Jessica’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked at Sophia. “You really think you’re important,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “I can finally understand why Brandon left you. You… have no sense. None. You’re just an empty brain, Sophia. Absolutely nothing but noise and tantrums.”Sophia’s face turned crimson with fury. Her hands trembled from uncontainable rage. Her teeth clenched so tightly that her jaw ached. Her vision narrowed, and for a heartbeat, the world around her seemed to fade.Then, almost instinctively, Sophia acted. Her hands shot forward before she could even think to stop them.She shoved Jessica. Hard.Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. Her mouth opened in a startled scream, and she stumbled backward, heels skidding against the polished marble of the mall floor. She flailed her arms in a desperate attempt to regain balance, but it was futile. Gravity had claimed her, and her body tipped backward uncontrollably.Behind her, a tall, luxurious shelf st

Ava’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening as she attempted to calculate the value in her mind. She stared at the shattered remains scattered across the marble tiles, her breath catching in her throat. “Sophia… these objects…” she whispered, her voice trembling so badly it barely sounded like her own. “This… this can’t be possible. It’s… it must be—no, it’s at least one hundred million dollars! One hundred million worth of glass, crystal, and perfumes!”Her voice shook with a mixture of disbelief and terror, each word sounding like it was dragged out of her against her will. She pressed a hand to her chest, as though her heart were struggling to keep its rhythm.Sophia’s knees nearly buckled at her mother’s words. A dizzy rush of heat filled her head as she stared at the mountain of destruction before her. The glass glittered under the store lights like cruel stars, each shard a reminder of the magnitude of what had just happened. Luxury perfume bottles worth millions, glas

Within minutes, three uniformed officers strode into the mall with firm, controlled steps, their presence slicing through the murmuring crowd like a blade. Their boots struck the polished marble floor with a rhythmic authority that echoed into the vaulted ceiling of the massive shopping complex. Shoppers turned, whispers rising and falling like shifting waves as the officers followed the trembling shop attendant’s frantic gestures.They approached the luxury boutique.Ava, who had been pacing restlessly near the entrance, spotted the officers the moment they crossed the threshold. Her eyes widened with a mixture of relief and adrenaline. She clutched Sophia’s arm with a sharp squeeze.“They’re here! They’re here!” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement and fear.Before Sophia could respond, Ava rushed forward, her heels clicking rapidly as she positioned herself front and center, ready to deliver her performance.“There they are!” she screamed dramatically, thrusting he

A moment later, the recording began to play on the large screen mounted behind the checkout counter. The boutique, which only seconds ago buzzed with murmurs, speculation, and sharp whispers, fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Every head turned. Every conversation died mid‑breath. The staff, the customers, even the officers paused, all eyes fixed on the grainy but revealing footage.The video opened with Sophia storming across the boutique floor, her face already twisted with rage. Even through the poor camera resolution, one could see the fury in her eyes—the way her nostrils flared, the way her shoulders stiffened, the way anger radiated off her like heat from a flame. The camera captured everything: the sharp point of her finger as she jabbed it toward Jessica, the sneer curling her lips, the mocking tilt of her chin.Brandon stiffened beside Jessica, jaw tightening as the recording continued.Sophia’s voice, though muted on the footage, was visibly aggressive. Her hands