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As the police tape went up, Alma caught Falak’s eye across the lawn. For the first time in years, the "Queen" looked afraid. Alma realized that in a world of stilettos, everyone is walking on a thin, dangerous edge. One slip is all it takes.

The sun hung low over the manicured lawns of Al Karma, casting long, sharp shadows that looked like obsidian blades. Inside her sprawling villa, stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, clutching a glass of water. Her hands weren't shaking, but her heart was hammering a rhythm of pure dread. As the police tape went up, Alma caught

Alma looked down at her phone. A message from an unknown number glowed on the screen: “The past doesn’t stay buried in the garden, Alma. It’s sitting at your dinner table.” One slip is all it takes