Chapter 12 - Dominic Recalls The Night Sofia Nearly Died
Memories flashed behind Dominic’s eyes like a fast-forward reel of a nightmare he could never wake up from.
Seven years ago, the hospital room, the charred wreckage of the car, the closed casket bearing her wedding ring.
“You let me grieve,” Dominic said, his voice shaking with a rage that eclipsed every violent impulse he had ever felt.
“I let you build an empire for our daughter while Vincent and I drained your offshore accounts safely from Zurich,” Sofia admitted.
“And the accident? The body?” Dominic demanded, stepping forward despite the gun pointed directly at his heart.
“A homeless addict with similar dental records found in an alley off Cermak Road,” Sofia stated without a shred of remorse.
Dominic felt his vision blur with hot tears of fury, realizing every drop of sorrow he shed had been a manipulated lie.
“Why come back now?” Dominic asked, his hands curling into white-knuckled fists at his sides.
“Because Grace is twelve today,” Sofia said simply. “And under the family charter, she inherits fifty percent of the syndicate.”
“You want to use our daughter as a corporate puppet,” Dominic snarled, stepping another inch closer to the barrel.
“I want to secure our family’s rightful throne, Dominic,” Sofia corrected coldly. “With or without your cooperation.”
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Downstairs in the grand hallway, the confrontation between Evelyn, Grace, and the mysterious woman reached a boiling point.
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