Chapter 3 - Cynthia Faces The Terrifying Reality Of Julian's True Identity
Cynthia backed away slowly until her designer heels hit the mahogany wall paneling, her face completely drained of color.
“You... you’re not just some broke watchmaker living off Caroline’s allowance,” Cynthia stammered, her voice shaking violently.
Julian turned his cold gaze toward her, stepping forward with the overwhelming presence of an apex predator dropping his camouflage.
“For four years, I played the fool so my daughter could grow up away from the blood and iron of my real world,” Julian said quietly.
“You decided to turn my sanctuary into a torture chamber for a starving child,” Julian continued, his eyes burning with silent fury.
Cynthia opened her mouth to scream for help, but her voice died in her throat as she looked at the tactical guards surrounding her.
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“There is no help coming for you tonight, Cynthia. The people who used to fear your father now answer directly to me,” Julian stated.
She collapsed onto the velvet sofa, weeping hysterically as the terrifying magnitude of her fatal mistake finally crashed down upon her.
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