Chapter 9 - The Father's Wrath
The silence that followed the recording was absolutely apocalyptic.
Dax stood perfectly still. The handsome, exhausted father completely evaporated. The heavily muscular, tattooed mafia boss returned with a terrifying, blood-freezing intensity.
He slowly turned his head to look at Vanessa. The sheer, kinetic fury radiating from his broad shoulders made the two security guards physically step backward.
"Dax... darling... it's an AI deepfake!" Vanessa stammered frantically, tears of pure, unadulterated panic ruining her expensive makeup. "She fabricated it! I love Leo!"
Dax didn't yell. He didn't raise his hand. His wrath was a quiet, absolute execution.
"You tortured my son in the dark," Dax whispered, his voice vibrating with a demonic promise that sucked the oxygen out of the kitchen. "You made him think I hated him."
He turned to his heavily armed security guards.
"Take the diamond ring," Dax commanded smoothly. "Strip her of the designer dress 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! Dax!" Vanessa 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 banished, leaving the broken father to face the hero who had saved his family.
