Chapter 11 - A Bloody Discovery Inside The Master Bedroom
Dominic kicked open the heavy double doors of the master bedroom on the second floor, his weapon raised and scanning.
The room was undisturbed except for a small, white envelope resting neatly on top of Sofia’s old vanity mirror.
Dominic approached slowly, keeping his back to the wall as he holstered his assault rifle and reached for the paper.
He unfolded the note with trembling fingers, reading the typewritten words printed beneath the crest of his own family estate:
“You were always a fool, Dominic, trusting a wife who faked her own death to protect her real brother.”
Dominic stopped breathing as the room seemed to tilt sideways on its axis under the weight of the revelation.
Sofia wasn't dead.
The woman he had mourned for seven years, the woman whose memory he had used as a shield, was alive.
And she had orchestrated the entire betrayal alongside her brother Vincent to strip him of his empire and child.
“No,” Dominic whispered, his voice cracking with a grief so profound it felt like physical agony tearing his chest apart.
A sharp click behind him announced he was no longer alone in the master suite.
Dominic spun around, raising his Sig Sauer, only to freeze as he stared down the barrel of a customized pistol.
Standing in the doorway was the woman he had buried seven years ago, her eyes cold, beautiful, and completely devoid of love.
“Hello, Dominic,” Sofia said softly, lowering her weapon just enough to meet his shattered gaze with a chilling smile.
“You’re dead,” Dominic breathed, lowering his own pistol as the shock paralyzed every muscle in his body.
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“Death was simply the only way to escape your cage,” Sofia replied smoothly. “And now, I’m taking back what is mine.”
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