Chapter 2 - Rocco Demands Answers About Marcus From Victoria
The heavy crystal chandeliers of the grand ballroom hummed softly above the terrified crowd.
Rocco Caruso held his three-year-old son securely against his chest, his eyes fixed entirely on Marcus.
“Explain to me right now why my most trusted advisor is surrounded by armed security,” Rocco ordered coldly.
Marcus shifted nervously inside the tight circle of guards, his expensive Italian suit suddenly feeling like a straitjacket.
“Rocco, you don't understand... this is all just a massive misunderstanding,” Marcus stammered defensively.
Victoria pushed herself up from the velvet sofa, her manicured fingers trembling as she wiped sweat from her forehead.
“Don't listen to him, Rocco! He planned the whole thing from the very beginning!” Victoria shrieked hysterically.
The elite guests murmured in shock, backing away from the center of the room as tension peaked.
Rocco stepped forward, handing Noah to a trusted nanny before walking slowly toward his longtime friend.
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“You were supposed to be my brother, Marcus,” Rocco whispered, his voice dangerously low and controlled.
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