Chapter 6 - Walking Up To The Mysterious Locked Study Room
Marcus brushed her hand away effortlessly, continuing his steady ascent up the grand mahogany staircase.
The crystal chandeliers above hummed softly, casting long, dramatic shadows across the second-floor landing.
Victoria trailed behind him, breathing heavily and muttering desperate threats under her breath.
“If you open that door, Marcus, you will regret it for the rest of your miserable life!” she yelled.
Marcus reached the heavy oak door of the private study, the brass keyhole gleaming under the wall sconce.
He turned around to face his wife, his expression entirely devoid of any warmth or mercy.
“For two years, you told me Julian abandoned the family business and moved to Europe without a word,” Marcus said.
“And for two years, I believed you because I trusted my wife,” Marcus added bitterly.
He pulled the small brass vintage key out of his pocket, holding it up between them.
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Victoria lunged one last time, but Marcus sidestepped her with cold, calculated precision.
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