Chapter 2 - Vittorio Rejects Marcus And Helena’s Bitter Pleas
The heavy crystal chandelier above the birthday table seemed to hum with tension as Vittorio’s words echoed through the silent ballroom.
Helena staggered backward, her manicured hand flying to her mouth as the full weight of her public exposure finally hit her.
“Vittorio, please, you’re twisting everything out of context!” Helena stammered, her voice cracking with unconvincing panic.
Marcus stepped forward, his eyes darting nervously toward the frozen guests watching every single move from the perimeter.
“Dad, you don't understand how tight cash flow has been this quarter with the downtown real estate investments,” Marcus pleaded.
Vittorio didn't even look at his son, keeping his gaze fixed entirely on the incriminating legal contract in his hand.
“You traded your own flesh and blood for a patch of land, Marcus. You are a disgrace to this family name,” Vittorio said.
Little Elsie whimpered softly, pressing her small face deeper into Vittorio’s tailored lapel while clutching her ruined crown.
“Nobody is moving anywhere, and neither of you will ever see a single dime of the family fortune again,” Vittorio declared coldly.
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The security guards stationed by the mahogany doors straightened instantly, awaiting the patriarch’s next command.
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