Chapter 2: The Serpent in the Suite
Julian felt the floor beneath him shift. "That... that’s a deepfake, Grandfather! The staff is trying to frame me! They’re all in on it!"
Silas didn't blink. He watched the video until the very end, his knuckles white as he gripped his cane. With a roar that shook the crystal chandelier, he swung his cane, catching Julian square across the face. Blood splattered the expensive rug.
"You fool," Silas hissed, his voice trembling with a rage far deeper than mere business loss. "You thought you could bury her? You thought your bloodline made you untouchable?"
The family gathered in the periphery, whispering, eyes darting toward the exits. The power dynamic of the Blackwood empire had shattered in three minutes. Lily stood unmoved, her eyes fixed on her uncle. "Mommy said you were jealous because I was supposed to inherit the house," she said, her voice piercing the tension.
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Clara moved to intervene, but Silas turned his gaze toward her. "And you, Clara. You knew. You helped him hide her belongings."
The drama was electric, the kind of scene that set social media ablaze. Every word felt like a nail in the coffin of their prestige. The police, already called by Julian, were now at the door—not for the maid, but for the man who thought he was the master of the house.
