Chapter 4: The Tables Turned
Elena walked over to her brother, standing beside him as an equal. The dynamic of the house had shifted completely. The tyrant who had ruled through fear was now shaking in his designer loafers.
"You treated her like a prisoner," Julian said, his eyes darkening. "You thought you could break her spirit because she was 'just a girl.' You made the mistake of underestimating both of us."
Julian turned to the heavy oak door. "Guards?"
Two men in black suits entered. They didn't look at Arthur; they looked at Julian for orders.
"Take him to the room," Julian commanded.
"No!" Arthur shrieked. "Not that room! That's the basement! That's—"
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"That’s exactly where you’re going," Julian said coldly. "You’re going to sit in that dark, cold space you kept my sister in. You’re going to sit there until the authorities arrive to process the mountain of evidence I’ve provided regarding your crimes."
As the men dragged Arthur away, his screaming echoed through the rafters of the house he had built on lies.
