Chapter 9
The cabin of the SUV went dead quiet as the horror of his words sank into my consciousness.
All these years, I had believed Marcus was a cold-hearted liar who had betrayed me with my own blood.
Instead, my own sister had been playing a dangerous game of corporate espionage that ruined my life.
“Where is Chloe now?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
Marcus’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with a scary, cold fury.
“She is living under house arrest in a property in upstate New York,” Marcus replied coldly.
“I didn't kill her because she was your sister, Evelyn.”
“I kept her alive for five years hoping that one day she would tell me where you ran.”
“But she swore she didn't know where you went.”
I buried my face in my hands, feeling an overwhelming wave of exhaustion crush down upon me.
The foundation of my five-year exile was built on a web of deceit spun by my own sister.
“Mommy, are you crying?” Leo asked, reaching his tiny hand out to pat my knee gently.
I pulled my hands away, forcing a warm, reassuring smile for my little boy.
“No, sweetie, Mommy is just tired,” I lied, kissing his soft forehead.
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Marcus watched the interaction, a look of profound sorrow washing over his hardened features.
“We’re entering the compound gates now,” Marcus announced softly as the SUV slowed down.
