Chapter 17
Julian stared at the nanny in stunned disbelief, his mind struggling to process the impossible accusation against his institutionalized wife.
"What are you talking about, Chloe? That's insane," Julian stammered, shaking his head as he backed away toward the desk.
Chloe pulled the leather-bound journal from her apron pocket, slamming it onto the mahogany desk in front of him.
"Read her own handwriting, Mr. Sterling!" Chloe demanded fiercely.
"Your marriage was a fabricated corporate merger orchestrated by the very syndicate currently trying to assassinate your son."
Julian slowly opened the journal, his eyes scanning the terrifying confessions written in black ink across the fragile parchment pages.
The color drained entirely from his face as decades of his life were unmasked as a carefully engineered lie.
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"My entire life... it was all manufactured," Julian whispered, collapsing into his leather desk chair as the crushing truth took hold.
Suddenly, every single light in the grand estate flickered violently and died, plunging the mansion into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
