Chapter 6
"Dad..." Leo sobbed softly into his father's shoulder, his small body shuddering with every breath he took.
"I've got you, buddy. Nobody is ever going to touch you again. I promise you that with my life," Marcus vowed steadily.
He lifted his son effortlessly into his arms, rising gracefully to his full height while keeping the boy sheltered against his chest.
He turned his head slowly, locking his piercing, ice-cold eyes directly onto Victoria's wide, panic-stricken face.
The dramatic orchestral strings that had been swelling in the background suddenly cut instantly to a tense, absolute, dead silence.
The sudden vacuum of sound made the air feel thin, heavy, and charged with an almost unbearable psychological pressure.
Victoria shrank back against the carved mahogany console table, her chest heaving as she stared into the abyss of his gaze.
She saw no anger left in his eyes—only a terrifying, emotionless void that signaled the absolute termination of their marriage.
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Every drop of color drained from her face, leaving her skin alabaster pale as the gravity of her situation finally sank in.
She knew that men like Marcus did not issue idle threats; when they made up their minds, empires fell overnight.
