Chapter 4 - The Estranged Brother
Thirty minutes later, the heavy door of my private room clicked open with a quiet, authoritative sound.
A tall man wearing a dark tailored coat and a faded police badge pinned to his belt stepped inside.
Marcus Vance looked shockingly like Logan, but his eyes lacked the cold, calculated superficiality of his famous popstar brother.
His face was hardened by years on the streets of New York, his jaw tight as he looked down at my heavily bandaged face.
"Maya," Marcus said, his deep voice carrying a quiet, protective weight.
"My nurse friend called me from the ER station. She said you asked for me specifically."
I pointed toward the small table where my phone lay charging.
"Unlock it," I whispered, giving him my security passcode.
"Go to the voice memo app... play the file recorded at 2:14 PM."
Marcus picked up the phone, tapped the screen, and listened as the audio played out in the quiet room.
The recording captured Logan’s exact words: “If she’s permanently scarred, it’s actually better for me... who else do you think would ever want to leave me?”
It captured his confession about the acid attack, the Cayman Islands transfer, and the secret wedding with Rachel in the Hamptons.
Marcus’s knuckles turned bone-white as he gripped the edges of my phone, his eyes flashing with lethal fury.
"That sick bastard," Marcus muttered under his breath, stepping closer to my bed.
"He didn't just ruin you, Maya... he’s been using my father’s old offshore accounts to launder money for years."
I looked up at him through the narrow slit in my eye bandages.
"Don't arrest him yet, Marcus," I said, my voice turning into solid, unbreakable steel.
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"If you arrest him now, his high-priced lawyers will post bail and tie this up in court for a decade."
"I want to take everything from him... right in front of his fans, his press, and his new bride."
