Chapter 6 - Flashbacks of the Family Tyranny
The cold marble floor felt uncomfortably hard beneath Victoria’s hands as she scrambled to pick up the fallen legal document.
Her mind raced backward through decades of absolute control, remembering every child, servant, and relative she had crushed beneath her heel.
She had ruled the Kincaid estate with a velvet glove concealing an iron fist, banishing anyone who dared question her authority.
Ethan had endured years of emotional abuse, watching her manipulate his life, his marriage, and his children with ruthless calculation.
Today was supposed to be another routine humiliation, another moment where she reminded him of his total dependence on her wealth.
Instead, the paper resting on her head held words that threatened to obliterate every single brick of her legacy in one sweep.
Victoria’s trembling fingers unfolded the heavy legal parchment, her eyes scanning the official embossed seals and signatures at the bottom.
The bright daylight reflecting off the polished floors suddenly felt blinding, exposing the dark shadows of her decades-long deception.
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She let out a breath that sounded like a cracked whistle, her face draining of all color until she looked like a corpse.
Ethan stood motionless above her, a silent executioner watching the tyrant read her own inevitable death warrant.
