Chapter 9 - The Father's Wrath
The silence that followed the recording was absolutely apocalyptic.
Victor stood perfectly still. The handsome, exhausted father completely evaporated. The heavily muscular, tattooed mafia boss returned with a terrifying, blood-freezing intensity that made the room drop ten degrees.
He slowly turned his head to look at Cassandra. The sheer, kinetic fury radiating from his broad shoulders made his own security guards physically step backward.
"Victor... darling... it's an AI deepfake!" Cassandra stammered frantically, tears of pure, unadulterated panic ruining her expensive makeup. "She fabricated it! She hates me! I love Lily!"
Victor didn't yell. He didn't raise his hand to strike her. His wrath was a quiet, absolute, and merciless execution.
"You tortured my daughter in the dark," Victor whispered, his voice vibrating with a demonic promise that sucked the oxygen out of the kitchen. "You made her think I wanted to abandon her."
He turned to his heavily armed security guards.
"Take the diamond ring," Victor commanded smoothly. "Strip her of the designer jewelry I paid for. Give her a trash bag to cover herself, and throw her out the back service door into the alley. Freeze all her accounts. If she ever steps foot in my city again, she will permanently disappear."
"No! Please! Victor!" Cassandra wailed hysterically, thrashing wildly as the massive guards violently grabbed her arms.
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They dragged the shrieking, sobbing socialite backward through the kitchen, completely humiliating her in front of the entire elite gala. Her desperate cries for mercy faded into the service corridor until the heavy steel door slammed shut, swallowing her into ruin forever.
👉 The monster was permanently banished, leaving the broken father to face the hero who had just saved his family.
