Chapter 64 Several Plans
ISABEL'S POV
Whatever happens now, it’s basically because she was too stubborn to hear a single warning of mine. I gave her enough chances, enough silent signals to back off, but she chose to ignore all of them. She was too engulfed in the attention she was receiving from both my parents, soaking it all in like she had earned it, like she deserved every single ounce of love they were pouring on her.
With the several plans I was about to put into action, Anna would regret ever stepping foot into this family.
They think she’s perfect just because she’s their biological daughter, and I’m not. As if blood alone suddenly erases years of upbringing, loyalty, and presence. As if being born into something automatically makes you worthy of it. But I’m going to show them that no one is perfect. I’m going to peel back that innocent image they’ve wrapped her in and expose how evil and conniving their so-called biological daughter really is.
Now obviously, I can’t just sit back and wait for Anna to make a mistake. With the way things are going, if I waited for her to mess up on her own, I’d probably grow old first. And even if she eventually did make a mistake, because no one is perfect, it wouldn’t be enough. It wouldn’t shake them. They would excuse it, defend her, find a way to brush it off as stress or inexperience.
That’s where my brilliant mind comes in.
I’ll show my parents that she’s nothing but a dirty, stealing gutter girl by framing her. Simple, effective, devastating. She forced my hand into this, so she should be ready to take the consequences of pushing me this far.
I rested back against the chair, crossing my arms as my gaze drifted toward the ceiling, my mind wandering carefully through the options. If I wanted to frame her properly, it had to be for theft. That much was obvious. Theft was ugly, shameful, and impossible to fully wash away once the accusation stuck.
But it couldn’t be just any theft.
It had to be something meaningful. Something irreplaceable. Not something she could get a slap on the wrist for and move on. It needed to cut deep, to hurt where it mattered most.
It can’t be money. Anna already has access to wealth now, more than she probably knows what to do with. No one would believe she stole cash when she’s drowning in privilege. They’d laugh at the idea, dismiss it immediately.
No, it had to be something more than money.
Something symbolic.
Something emotional.
Something sacred.
“What can that be…” I muttered under my breath, tapping my finger lightly against the armrest as my thoughts circled endlessly.
And then it clicked.
Years ago, when I was still younger, my parents used to talk about a special family heirloom. They didn’t mention it often, but whenever they did, their tone would always change. Their voices would soften, their expressions would turn almost reverent.
A necklace.
A single necklace that had been passed down from generation to generation within the Quinn family.
The story was simple, yet powerful. A son of the Quinn family would give the necklace to his wife. When that wife was nearing the end of her life, she would return the necklace to her son. He would then give it to his own wife, and the cycle would continue, unbroken, binding the family across time.
My dad gave that necklace to my mom years ago, long before Dan or I were ever adopted. He gave it to her when they were newly married, before everything became complicated. And she has treasured it ever since.
That necklace was one of the main reasons they adopted Dan and me in the first place. They needed a son to pass it down to, someone to keep the tradition alive so the circle wouldn’t be broken. It was never said out loud, but it was always there, hanging between their words.
I know how much they both treasure that necklace. No one touches it but Mom. Not even Dad handles it casually. You can only get a glimpse of it on the rare days she wears it around her neck, usually during family gatherings or important occasions. Even then, she’s careful, almost protective of it.
In the evenings, when she takes it off, she locks it away in her safe. Not just any safe either, but the one hidden behind the painting in her room, the one only she and Dad have access to. The level of caution alone says everything.
People might not understand why they value it so much. To outsiders, it’s just a piece of jewelry from hundreds of years ago. Old, antique, maybe beautiful, but nothing extraordinary.
But they don’t know the truth.
They don’t know that it’s worth more than any amount of money can buy.
That necklace isn’t just jewelry.
It’s the foundation of the Quinn family.
It represents legacy, loyalty, bloodline, everything my parents believe in. Which is exactly why they wouldn’t take it lightly if it ever went missing. There would be no calm discussion, no benefit of the doubt. Panic would set in. Fear. Anger.
And when they found out that Anna was the one who took it…
Or rather, when I make them believe she took it.
They would finally see her for who she truly is.
A fraud.
A pretender who doesn’t belong.
A small shiver of excitement ran down my spine as I leaned further back in my chair, imagining it all playing out. Just thinking about it made my heart race. The confusion on their faces, the disbelief turning into disappointment, the way their eyes would harden when they looked at her.
I could already see it.
I can’t wait to see their expressions when the truth — my truth comes out. I can’t wait for the moment they finally realize they made a mistake by bringing her back into this family, by handing her power, by making her CEO as if she earned it.
It almost sounded too perfect.
Too easy.
And that was exactly why I needed to be careful.
If I was going to do this, I couldn’t rush it. I needed to plan everything five times over, maybe even more. Every detail had to be airtight. Every move calculated. Every possibility accounted for.
Because if I mess this up, if even one thing goes wrong and I get caught…
I might as well kiss my days in that house goodbye.
There would be no second chances then. No forgiveness. No explanations. Everything I’ve built, everything I’ve enjoyed as a Quinn, would be ripped away from me in an instant.
So I can’t afford mistakes.
Anna may think she’s safe right now, basking in the warmth of my parents’ affection, thinking the world has finally chosen her.
But she has no idea what’s coming.
And when it does, it will hit her so hard she won’t even know what destroyed her.