12:01  Chapter 85  Chapter 85  Seeing the necklace, I froze. Id suspected my troubles were linked to Nicole, but it was just a hunch. There was no hard proof she was  behind it  I’d always considered her my sister. Sure, she wanted to snag Chase from me, but I never thought she’d hate me enough to want me dead.  It all clicked when she brought out the necklace I wore on my wedding day. That necklace was a precious gift from my grandma. Before my wedding. Mom, influenced by Nicole, withheld my wedding gift, leaving me without even a decent piece of jewelry. Grandma was furious and handed me her own engagement necklace, originally gifted by my grandpa. It wasn’t just any necklace – this diamond piece was once wom by a queen and was one of Grandma’s most prized possessions. She wanted her granddaughter to walk down the aisle with dignity.  I could still picture Grandma’s gentle hands combing my hair, her eyes filled with hope and pride. She wanted me to pass this necklace  own through the generations. But less than a day later, I was murdered. And who was the killer? My own sister.  When the truth hit me, it was like a punch to the gut. Why? Chase had already chosen her and even spent our wedding night with her. She’d already won. Why did she go to such extremes? I was her sister!  Grandma’s foggy eyes suddenly sharpened with clarity. She grabbed the necklace, examined it closely to make sure it was genuine, and then, despite her frail legs, hobbled toward Nicole with her cane for support.  “Where’s your sister? Why did you do this?” Grandma’s voice was shaky, and every step was a Herculean effort. However, Nicole was just sitting there with a disdainful sneer. She didn’t budge an inch  “Why? While I was out there, struggling, she had it all–your love, the good life. Why did she get everything? I’m your granddaughter, too. Why were you so blased?”  for lost time? What did  Grandma’s anger flared. “Since you came back, hasn’t everyone treated you with open arms and tried to make up for lost you do to Amanda? And you dare to ask why?”  Nicole, unfazed, casually fiddled with her nails. “I’m not here to talk about that. I came to ask if you’re handing over the shares or not.” Clearly, she was done playing the victim and ready to strong arm Grandma with the family away Grandma slammed her cane down forcefully. “In your dreams. I’d rather die than give you those shares.”  Nicole smirked as if expecting this. “Relax, Im not planning on killing you. But remember, Amanda’s in my hands, and I can do whatever I want  “You wouldn’t dare!” Grandma slapped Nicole hard across the face. “Let her go. She’s your sister!”  Nicole, her smirk icy cold, retorted, “You’ll regret that slap, old lady.” She then made a call, “it’s me. Cut off one of Amanda’s fingers.”  I was stunned. Wasn’t I supposed to be dead? What was she doing?  Grandma couldn’t believe Nicole’s cruelty. “Don’t try to bluff me. If you harm her, how do you expect to face the Kennedy family?” Just then, Nicole’s phone buzzed with a message. She opened it and enlarged the photo. There it was, a severed finger, plain as day.