This is my creation, a cake I made myself. I put a lot of effort and heart into it. I’d like to share this result with you for your feedback…
Chapter 1: The Artist’s Silence
The Vermont afternoon sun filtered through the maple trees, illuminating Evelyn Vance’s brightly lit kitchen. Everything was perfect: the pristine white quartz countertops, the neatly arranged cutlery, and the rich aroma of premium vanilla mingled with the pungent scent of salted butter.
Evelyn stood there, her slender but skillful hands applying the final touches to the cake. This was her creation, a cake she had made herself. She had poured so much effort and heart into it over the past 48 hours.
“Finished,” she whispered.
Before her lay a three-tiered cake called “The Obsidian Rose.” The silky smooth frosting, a mysterious black color, was adorned with delicate sugar rose petals so exquisite they looked as if they had just been plucked from a frozen garden.
Tonight was the 20th wedding anniversary celebration for her and Julian – a renowned food critic who could elevate a chef to stardom or ruin their career with a single word in the New York Times.
Chapter 2: The Party of Powerful Guests
The party took place in a cozy yet elegant setting. The guests were all Julian’s elite friends: restaurant owners, newspaper editors, and aristocratic guests from Manhattan.
Julian, in his perfectly tailored suit, stood in the middle of the room, his glass of wine gleaming with a brilliant red hue. He spoke enthusiastically about his trips to Paris, about the taste of white truffles, and occasionally, he cast a possessive yet cold glance at Evelyn.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Julian said, drawing everyone’s attention. “My wife, Evelyn, promised a surprise for tonight. She’s usually a quiet baker behind the scenes, but today she wants to share her creation with you all for your comments.”
Evelyn stepped out, pushing the cart containing her masterpiece. Exclamations of admiration filled the room. The Obsidian Rose cake sparkled under the crystal chandelier, beautiful and majestic like a queen.
Chapter 3: The Master’s Commentary
“It’s magnificent,” exclaimed an editor. “Evelyn, how much heart and soul did you put into this?”
Evelyn smiled, a subtle smile. “More than anyone can see. This cake contains the entire history of our family. Each layer, each type of jam… all are memories.”
Julian picked up his silver knife. He was the first to taste it. It was his privilege, and also his sentence.
The knife glided through the soft cream, touching the moist cake base inside. Julian took a small bite. The entire room fell silent, awaiting the judgment of the “king” of gastronomy.
Julian closed his eyes. The delicate sweetness of pure Belgian dark chocolate, the subtle tartness of wild raspberries, and a strange aftertaste – a hint of bitterness from Vermont herbs.
“Excellent,” Julian opened his eyes, his gaze suddenly becoming dreamy. “This is the perfect balance between pain and redemption. Evelyn, you have truly surpassed yourself. Everyone, enjoy!”
Chapter 4: The Climax – The Taste of Truth
While everyone was savoring the exquisite taste of the cake, Evelyn stood at the head of the table, her hands clasped together. She watched Julian, who was eating his second bite with unprecedented satisfaction.
“Julian,” Evelyn called her husband’s name, her voice echoing with an authority that silenced the laughter and chatter. “You asked what I put into this cake, didn’t you?”
Julian looked up, a drop of dark cream still clinging to the corner of his mouth. “I’ve already shared it, love and memories.”
“Not just that,” Evelyn stepped closer. “I put in the silence of the past 20 years. The silence when you stole my recipes to put your name on bestselling books. The silence when you cheated on me with young kitchen maids right here in this house. And the silence when I realized… you poisoned my soul with your pathological control.”
The atmosphere suddenly froze. The guests exchanged glances, their forks suspended in mid-air.
“Evelyn, you’re drunk,” Julian growled, his face flushed.
Chapter 5: The Twist – The Secret Ingredient
“I’m not drunk, Julian. I’m just an artist explaining my work,” Evelyn smiled, a smile as cold as obsidian. “What do you think of the bitter aftertaste in the cake? That thing you call ‘Vermont herbs’?”
Julian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down at the half-eaten cake.
“That,” Evelyn said slowly, “is the seed of the Belladonna plant.”
“I planted it in the back garden. In small doses, it produces mild euphoria and hallucinations. But the amount I used to soak your pie filling…”
Julian tried to stand up, but his legs suddenly went weak. The other guests began to panic, but Evelyn raised her hand to reassure them.
“Don’t worry, esteemed guests. Your pie is perfectly safe. I only made one special pie just for Julian.” The frosting may be the same, but the core of my husband’s cake… is a will in poison.”
Chapter 6: The Final Purge
Julian collapsed onto the quartz floor, his wine glass shattering into a pool of blood-red liquid. He tried to scream, but his throat was paralyzed by the poison.
“You want a comment, don’t you?” Evelyn leaned down and whispered in her husband’s ear while the guests hurriedly called for an ambulance. “My comment is: A critic is only good when they can still taste the flavor.” And from now on, he will never be able to taste anything again – not even life.
The will of silence was carried out. Evelyn did not flee. She stood there, amidst the ruins of a lavish party, calmly watching her greatest creation slowly “finish off” her greatest enemy.
The author’s concluding remarks: The story concludes with the collapse of a monument of power built on lies. The climax lies in the contrast between the beauty of the food and the cruelty of the purpose. A practical lesson for those who live off the blood and sweat of others: Never underestimate the “people behind the kitchen,” for they hold the key to your survival through your taste buds.
Without telling me, my parents charged $95,000 to my gold credit card for my sister’s Hawaii trip. My mother called, amused, saying they had drained my card as payback for keeping money from them. I only warned her that she might regret it someday. She laughed and ended the call, but once they got back home…
Chapter 1: The Bells from a False Heaven
Manhattan in July was stiflingly hot, but inside Julian Vance’s office on the 60th floor of the financial tower, the air was as cold as an ice cellar. Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the stream of cars crawling like ants at his feet.
His phone rang. An international number appeared: Hawaii.
“Hello, my dear son!” Eleanor Vance’s voice came through the speakerphone, blending with the murmur of the waves and the distant hula music. “I just wanted to call to thank you for the belated birthday ‘gift’ for your sister Chloe.”
Julian’s expression remained unchanged. “I didn’t send Chloe anything, Mom.”
“Oh, right,” Eleanor’s laughter rang out, clear and triumphant. “You didn’t send it, so your parents took it themselves. Remember that anonymous gold credit card you left in the safe at Greenwich Mansion? We ‘borrowed’ it. Chloe is having the best week ever at Four Seasons Maui. First-class flights, a private helicopter, and wow, those gorgeous Tiffany jewelry pieces in Honolulu. It’s only about $95,000 in total, Julian. Don’t be stingy, that’s just a fraction of the money you’ve ‘kept’ us with for the past three years.”
Julian took a deep breath. He could picture his mother, lying on a beach chair, sipping a cocktail and feeling like she’d just pulled off a great heist.
“Mom,” Julian said, his voice low and eerily calm. “I’m only warning you once: You might regret using that card after this trip is over.”
“Regret? Ridiculous!” Eleanor laughed loudly and hung up. She thought it was just an empty threat from a son whose money had been “stolen” and who couldn’t do anything about it.
Chapter 2: The Legacy of Betrayal
The Vance family was once a prestigious family in Connecticut, but that was ten years ago, before Richard Vance – Julian’s father – squandered the entire fortune on illegal gambling. Julian had single-handedly rebuilt the empire from the ruins, but he never allowed his parents to touch the reins. He only provided them with an allowance sufficient for a lavish lifestyle, but not enough for them to squander it again.
Richard and Eleanor considered it a humiliation. They believed that everything Julian owned belonged to them through “inheritance.” Chloe, their 22-year-old youngest daughter, was a tool for them to carry out their demands.
Six days after that call, Julian sat in the darkness of the living room at Greenwich Manor. He didn’t turn on the lights. He just sat there, staring at the tablet screen displaying bank transaction lines and reports from the federal investigation agency.
That gold credit card… it wasn’t Julian’s personal credit card.
Chapter 3: The Climax – A Humiliating Return
9 p.m. Sunday. The black SUV carrying Richard, Eleanor, and Chloe rolled down the cobblestone street of the mansion. They stepped out, beaming with tanned skin and dozens of designer shopping bags piled high in the trunk.
“What a trip of a lifetime!” Chloe exclaimed, stroking her newly acquired diamond necklace. “I can’t believe Julian has an ‘unlimited’ card like that.”
They pushed open the door and entered the house, hoping to find an angry Julian so they could laugh at his helplessness. But instead, they found something far more horrifying.
The living room wasn’t empty.
Four men in black suits, wearing the badges of the Treasury Department and the FBI, stood waiting. Julian sat in a leather armchair, his gaze cold as a judge awaiting judgment.
“Welcome home,” Julian said softly.
“Julian? What’s going on? Who are these people?” Richard stammered, his hands trembling, causing his Louis Vuitton bag to fall to the floor.
“This is Agent Miller and his associates,” Julian stood up. “They’re here to recover assets and execute an arrest warrant.”
“Arrest? For $95,000? Are you going to send your parents to jail for a few pennies?” Eleanor yelled, her arrogance turning into utter terror.
Chapter 4: The Twist – The Execution’s Testament
“A few pennies?” Julian smiled, a bitter smile. “Mother still doesn’t understand. That card isn’t mine. It’s a National Fiduciary Trust card, used to disburse funds for international relief projects that our company manages under the strict supervision of the federal government.”
Richard’s face turned pale; he was a former lawyer, he understood what this meant.
“Using that card for personal purposes isn’t just ordinary theft, Father,” Julian continued, each word like a knife. “It’s embezzlement of public funds and federal financial fraud. That $95,000 wasn’t withdrawn from my account. It was withdrawn from the UN relief fund for war zones. Mother used money meant for the starving to buy Chloe a diamond ring.”
Eleanor collapsed to the floor. “But… but you could have given it back! You have billions of dollars!”
“I warned you, Mom,” Julian said, his eyes devoid of any malice.
“But Mom hung up. The moment she swiped that card at the Maui hotel, a red alert was sent to the Department of Justice. I deliberately left the card in the most easily accessible place, because I knew people’s greed would never stop unless there was a steel wall in front of them.”
Agent Miller stepped forward, handing over the arrest warrant. “Richard Vance, Eleanor Vance, and Chloe Vance. You are accused of complicity in misappropriating federal funds and money laundering through luxury assets. Everything you purchased on this trip is now evidence in this case.”
Chapter 5: The Ultimate Climax – The Final Purge
Chloe screamed as the agents took away her diamond necklace and handcuffed her. Richard and Eleanor were led away in humiliation, right in the house they had always prided themselves on as symbols of power.
Before leaving, Eleanor looked back at Julian, her eyes filled with pleading: “Julian, please… you are my son…”
“Your son died the day you left me to fend for myself with Father’s debts while you went on your European trip ten years ago,” Julian turned his back to them. “Today, I am merely a law enforcement officer. Regret is a bitter medicine, Mother. I hope you have enough time in prison to savor it.”
The mansion doors slammed shut. Silence enveloped the bright but cold space. Julian looked down at the gold card, now sealed in his evidence pouch.
He had lost his family forever, but for the first time in ten years, he felt free. His silence over the years was not obedience, but preparation for a spotless end.
Author’s concluding remarks: The story concludes with the complete collapse of the Vance family under the weight of the very greed they worshipped. The climax doesn’t lie in fistfights, but in the transition from deep affection to cold, ruthless justice. A practical lesson: Never swipe a credit card without knowing its true value.
