The storm raged outside the manor. Inside, Elizabeth sat in silence. Her husband's will lay unopened. She knew its contents wouldillarate. For years, she had secretly loved. The man named John abrahm. Tonight, he would come to claim. His rightful place as heir. But Elizabeth had a plan. She rose from her seat with purpose. And walked towards the study. There, behind a portrait. A hidden door revealed her darkest. Plan a fact hat always eluded. Family loyalty meant nothing. Only her greed mattered now. She lit a fire in the hearth. And waited patiently for John's. Arrival, so she could carry. Out her foul scheme.