Chapter 18 - The Confrontation at the Vault
The heavy steel blast doors of the underground vault hissed open as Victoria overridden the security codes from above.
She walked into the bright fluorescent room, her black coat wet with rain, flanked by Nikolai Rostov and four armed guards.
Nikolai walked slowly using his steel cane, his cold blue eyes locking onto Ethan with supreme, terrifying arrogance.
"Ethan Vance," Nikolai said, his voice deep and raspy with a heavy Eastern European accent.
"You look so much like your foolish father... right down to that hopeless, pathetic look of moral outrage."
Ethan stood firmly in front of the crib, holding his firearm with a steady, unbreakable grip despite being outnumbered.
"Victoria," Ethan said, looking directly into his wife's eyes with utter disgust. "You brought him here."
Victoria looked at Ethan, her face completely cold and devoid of any emotion or remorse.
"I did what was necessary, Ethan," Victoria said coldly, stepping forward to stand beside Nikolai.
"Your father stole my family's legacy thirty years ago, and I spent my entire life taking it back piece by piece."
"I married you to get access to the Vance accounts... and I secured this child to ensure I controlled the ultimate power."
"He is your son, Victoria!" Ethan yelled, his rage finally exploding through his disciplined exterior.
"He is an asset!" Victoria snapped back, her voice echoing sharply against the cold concrete walls.
"An asset that gives us complete immunity and absolute power over every government on this planet!"
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Nikolai raised his hand, stopping Victoria from speaking further, and gestured toward the armed guards beside him.
"Take the child," Nikolai commanded simply. "And execute the father."
