Chapter 3
"If what you are saying is true, Margaret, why did you wait thirty years to reveal the truth?" Julian asked quietly.
"Because I had to wait until you were old enough to dismantle their empire without getting yourself killed in the process," Margaret replied.
The low, tense cinematic cello drone seemed to swell in the background as the pieces of Julian's shattered past began falling into place.
He looked down at the silver cross necklace he had worn every single day since his adoption, realizing it was his only true inheritance.
"My father... the man who raised me... was he part of the conspiracy?" Julian pressed, his jaw tightening into a hard line.
"He was the architect of the hostile takeover, Julian, and Victoria's family inherited the blood money," Margaret confirmed unflinchingly.
Victoria clutched her head in absolute despair, sliding down the marble fireplace support until she was sitting on the floor.
"You're destroying everything we built... everything my father sacrificed to secure for us!" Victoria sobbed hysterically into her crimson dress.
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Julian turned his head slowly, fixing his dark, unblinking gaze upon the woman who had acted as his cruel, haughty wife for five years.
"You didn't build anything, Victoria; you were simply living inside a stolen fortress built on lies and stolen blood," Julian stated coldly.
