EPISODE: 2

• The vultures will be circling. David shook his head, tears replaced by anger. The only vultures here are standing in this hallway. A nurse glanced over uneasy. Mrs. Green ignored her. I’m calling the family lawyer. We’ll get the paperwork started. David grabbed her arm. I’m not letting you near her documents. I’m her husband. I’m the one she trusted. Mrs.
• Green tore her arm away. Don’t forget who got you this life, David. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. The fight grew louder. Mr. Green tried to mediate but ended up shouting himself. The argument spilled into the waiting room. Nurses asked them to keep it down. Other families stared, but the Greens didn’t care. Their claws were out.
• What no one knew was that Sarah was not dead. Not really. Inside the hospital’s private wing, a nurse quietly checked on a figure under heavy blankets. Sarah, eyes open, watched everything through a small monitor showing the security feed from the hallway. Her pulse pounded, not from fear, but from cold, sharp purpose.
• Grace, Sarah’s housekeeper and only confidant, slipped into the room and handed her a small earpiece. They’re fighting already. Your husband, your in-laws, they’re not even hiding it. Sarah nodded, voice icy. Let them show their true colors. Grace hesitated. You’re sure about this? It’s risky. Sarah met her eyes. I need to know, Grace.
• I need to see who they really are. Everything I built, everything I gave. If I can’t trust them, I need to know now. No more doubts. Grace nodded. I’ll keep recording. But Sarah, whatever happens, you’re not alone. Sarah managed a faint smile. I know. Thank you, Grace. As the fight raged outside, Sarah’s heartened.
• She watched her husband and in-laws argue over her body, her fortune, her legacy, while she was still very much alive. Back in the hallway, the hospital staff approached. “We need to move the body to the morg,” a nurse said gently. David’s face twisted. “Can I have more time, please?” Mrs. Green cut in. No, it’s better if she’s taken now.
• We need to start arrangements. David rounded on her. You can’t even wait for the body to get cold. Mrs. Green glared back. It’s not about her. It’s about protecting the family. Mr. Green nodded. Your mother is right, David. We can grieve later. The press will hear soon. We need to control the narrative. David stared at both of them, disgusted.
• You people are unbelievable. He walked out, slamming the door behind him. Mrs. Green watched him go, then turned to Mr. Green. He’ll come around. He always does. He knows where the money is. Mr. Green’s jaw tightened. He’d better. If he doesn’t, we’ll handle it ourselves.
• They both glanced back at the room where Sarah’s body should have been, not knowing the truth just beyond the door. In the quiet of her secret room, Sarah closed her eyes and listened to the chaos outside. Her test had just begun. She whispered to herself. “Now we see who’s really family.” So if you have not subscribed now, please do well to subscribe and let us know where you are watching the story from in the comment section. So back to the story.

EPISODE: 3

• The next morning, news of Sarah’s death hit the media. Every headline screamed the same thing. Billionaire businesswoman Sarah Green dies suddenly. Family left in shock. TV vans camped outside the mansion. Social media buzzed with rumors. Messages poured in from friends, business partners, and distant relatives, all pretending to be devastated.
• Inside the mansion, it was anything but grief. David stood by the window, staring out at the flashing cameras. His phone buzzed non-stop. Condolences, lawyers, and reporters all demanding answers. He looked exhausted, but his eyes were sharper now, calculating. Mrs.
• Green paste the living room phone glued to her ear. Yes, Richard. Start preparing the probate documents. We need access to all her accounts, bank, shares, properties. Don’t waste time. She hung up and turned to David. Have you found the will yet? David didn’t answer. He was scrolling through emails, hunting for any sign of Sarah’s last instructions. Mrs. Green snapped.
• David, are you listening to me? We can’t afford to let her business partners get ahead of us. Mr. Green, sitting stiffly in an armchair, spoke up. Stop barking at him. David, get the safe open. We need the documents. David glared at them. It’s barely been 12 hours. Can’t you wait? She was my wife, not just some lottery ticket. Mrs. Green’s eyes narrowed.
• Don’t play the grieving widowerower. If you loved her, you’d protect what she built. If you’re too soft, you’ll lose everything to vultures. David bit back. Maybe I should let you handle it since you keep reminding everyone how you made this family. Mrs. Green’s nostrils flared. Don’t be ungrateful. I gave you everything.
• I saved you from that pathetic life. Mr. Green slammed his fist on the table. Enough. We’re family. Act like it. We handle this together. But it was already every man for himself. Not even breakfast was finished before Mrs. Green marched upstairs, heading straight for Sarah’s private office. David followed, furious. Mom, you have no right.
• She pushed past him, yanking drawers open, searching for the safe key. If you won’t do it, I will. David blocked her. You’re not touching anything. I’m her husband. I’m next of kin. Mrs. Green snorted. you. You’d lose it all within a year. I’m protecting the family legacy. You’re just a lucky fool who married up. David’s voice rose. That’s enough.
• Out now. She stood her ground. Or what? David going to throw your own mother out. Downstairs, Mr. Green called up. Both of you stop. Let’s be smart about this. But the shouting only grew louder. Just then, Grace entered quietly, holding a tray of untouched coffee. She paused at the door, phone recording in her apron pocket.
• She watched the ugly scene unfold unnoticed. In the kitchen, Mr. Green pulled Grace aside. “Grace, you’ve worked for this family a long time. You know where Sarah kept her will, don’t you?” Grace kept her expression neutral. “No, sir. Mrs. Sarah didn’t share that with anyone. She valued her privacy.
• He studied her as if trying to see through her calm. You know, loyalty pays off. There’ll be bonuses for staff who help us get things sorted quickly. Grace nodded politely. Of course, sir. He leaned in. Remember where your bread is buttered. Grace held his gaze. I never forget, sir. As soon as he left, Grace hurried upstairs.
• She tapped lightly on a hidden door in the hallway, whispering, “Sarah, they’re tearing the house apart.” Inside her secret room, Sarah listened through a speaker. “Let them. I want to see how far they’ll go. Just keep recording, Grace.” Grace nodded. “You sure you’re ready for this?” Sarah’s voice was steady, more ready than ever.
• By midday, the fighting reached new heights. David and Mrs. Green screamed at each other across the marble foyer. Mrs. Green, you were nothing before Sarah. You’re still nothing without her. David, at least I loved her. You just loved her money. Mrs. Green, you pathetic boy. I should have married you off to someone useful. Mr. Green tried to keep the peace, but even he was getting drawn into the chaos.
• He barked, “We need unity. The press is watching. If we don’t present a strong front, Sarah’s competitors will eat us alive. David snapped. Maybe that would be better than letting you two vultures take over. Mrs. Green charged at him, waving a folder. Sign these. Transfer everything now before it’s too late. David ripped the folder from her hands and threw it across the room.
• Papers fluttered everywhere. Grace caught it all on camera from behind a corner. Mrs. green, breathless from yelling, tried a different tactic. She began sobbing, loud, fake tears for the staff and cameras to see. “Oh, my poor daughter-in-law taken from us too soon. Who will protect her legacy?” Grace almost laughed at the performance. She whispered to her phone, “They’re worse than we thought.