Chapter 2 - Christopher Faces His Mother In The Upper Balcony
The heavy, suffocating silence of the courtyard was broken only by the soft, ragged breathing of little Emma against Christopher’s chest.
He didn't hand his daughter to anyone else; instead, he turned his body completely away from the weeping Juliette and locked his eyes onto the second-floor balcony.
The heavy velvet curtains parted just an inch, revealing the cold, aristocratic silhouette of Estelle Pierce standing in the shadows of the master suite.
She had watched the entire horrifying spectacle unfold from her private vantage point, secure in her belief that her wealth and name protected her from accountability.
Christopher’s jaw clenched so tightly a muscle twitched violently along his cheek, signaling a cold fury that surpassed anything his family had ever witnessed.
Without breaking eye contact with the dark glass of the balcony, he tightened his grip around Emma’s trembling, soaked shoulders.
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“Marcus,” Christopher called out without turning around, his voice carrying an icy, commanding resonance that cut through the crisp afternoon air.
The head of the estate’s private security detail stepped forward immediately, standing at rigid attention beside his employer.
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