REVENGE: THE ULTIMATE PLANNING
ch 9
(Aeryn uncovers a truth buried so deep, it shakes the foundation of everything he thought he knew. Meanwhile, Vaelran? He’s already watching.)
[Scene: Old study – Night. Aeryn rummages through Caelan’s childhood drawers. The scent of old wood, dust, and fading cologne fills the air.]
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(whispers):
You left me breadcrumbs, didn’t you, Cael?
You always did love treasure hunts…
(He pulls out a false-bottomed drawer—inside, an envelope sealed in red wax. “To Aeryn, only if I’m gone.”)
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(swallowing hard):
Please tell me this makes sense...
(He opens it. Inside are two papers. One—a marriage certificate. The names? Caelan E. sulvian and Elior S. Wynn. Dated months before Caelan’s forced wedding.)
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(staggering back):
They… they were married.
He was never Vaelran’s to begin with.
Second paper: a letter, written in shaky ink.)
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(voiceover as Aeryn reads):
“We said our vows under the stars. No priests. No court. Just us, and a promise. I was his, and he was mine. But that wasn’t enough for the family… not after what Vaelran did to me. They called it scandal. They called it shame. But I only ever called it rape.”
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
“They forced me into a union I never wanted… made me live in a home where I died every day. Elior wanted to run. I begged him to stay. Maybe that’s what killed him in the end. Not a fall. Not despair. But loving me when the world hated us.”
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(clutching the letter):
He was married to Elior. Not Vaelran.
They destroyed that for… for politics? For image?
(He starts pacing, furious, heart racing. Then—his phone buzzes. A single message. From an unknown number.)
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
Message:
“Did you enjoy the letter? Took you long enough. You always were slower than Caelan.”
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(frozen):
What the hell…
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(Message follows:)
“Don’t dig too deep, darling. The only thing you’ll find is your own grave.”
aeryn sulvian (mc)(RO)
(gritting teeth):
He knows.
He’s watching.
[Cut to: Vaelran’s private office. Dim light. He sips wine, scrolling through a camera feed showing Aeryn in the study.]
vaelran
(soft chuckle):
And so the little brother uncovers the first crack.
Let’s see how far he’s willing to fall for the truth…
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