Chapter 4 - Diego Celebrates His Supposed Total Victory
Diego raised his glass in a silent toast to the empty hallway, convinced his domestic coup was an overwhelming success.
“We finally have complete control over the Sterling assets, Mother,” Diego murmured with a triumphant smirk.
“That old man Alvin has kept us under his thumb for far too long,” Brenna agreed, adjusting her diamond brooch.
“Once the baby is born, we can quietly push her aside into a sanitarium and keep everything.”
They were so wrapped up in their arrogant fantasies of wealth that they completely ignored the sudden drop in air pressure.
The heavy oak front doors of the mountain retreat didn't just open; they were blown violently off their reinforced hinges.
A deafening crash echoed through the vaulted foyer as splintered wood rained across the imported marble floor.
Diego froze mid-sip, his glass slipping from his fingers to shatter into a thousand glittering pieces at his feet.
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Brenna gasped, dropping her teacup as she stared wide-eyed toward the dark hallway entrance.
“What on earth is that?” Brenna shrieked, standing up so fast her chair tipped backward onto the carpet.
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