Chapter 4 - The Confrontation
Michael walked slowly back to the grand dining table. His posture was completely rigid, his face a mask of terrifying, intense calm.
He didn't yell. He didn't flip the table. He stood directly across from Marcus, staring at him with a deadly, piercing intensity that made the room's temperature plummet.
Marcus raised his wine glass, preparing to take a sip, but froze as he met his brother's eyes. The color slowly drained from Marcus's handsome face as he realized Michael had seen the marks.
"Michael... don’t listen to her," Marcus stammered, his confident, arrogant voice suddenly cracking with a nervous tremor. "She’s imagining things. You know how kids make up stories."
Elisa stopped chewing her food. She looked from her husband to her brother-in-law, her perfectly manicured hands beginning to tremble violently over her wine glass.
"She didn't make up those bruises, Marcus," Michael stated, his voice a low, lethal rumble that echoed off the marble walls. "Those are grip marks. Adult grip marks."
Elisa’s eyes widened in sheer panic. She leaned toward her husband, her flawless socialite mask entirely shattering.
"Marcus... do something," Elisa pleaded in a panicked, breathless whisper, grabbing his sleeve. "He's going to ruin us! Think of the board members!"
That single sentence told Michael everything he needed to know. Elisa cared more about the corporate board members than the safety of her own five-year-old daughter. They were both monsters.
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Michael reached into the pocket of his dark knit cardigan. He wasn't reaching for a weapon. He was reaching for something far more destructive to a billionaire's empire.
👉 Read Part 5 to see Michael make the call that ruins Marcus.
