Chapter 8 - The Confrontation
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the room. The air felt thick with impending violence.
Dominic stared at the silver ring on his stepbrother's hand, his breathing turning into low, ragged rasps. His dark wavy hair fell over his forehead as his jaw tightened to the point of cracking.
"You were in the house," Dominic whispered, the realization hitting him like a sledgehammer. "The night of the crash... you weren't at the docks. You were in Elena's dressing room."
Vincent’s polite facade finally shattered. The warm stepbrother disappeared, replaced by a cold, arrogant smirk. He reached slowly into his tailored jacket.
"Elena found out I was siphoning millions from the cartel accounts into Swiss holdings," Vincent confessed casually, as if talking about the weather. "She was going to tell you that night. I couldn't let her ruin ten years of planning, Dominic."
"And the girls?" Dominic growled, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.
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"The little brats were hiding under the bed," Vincent sneered. "I told them if they ever uttered a single word to you, I’d make sure you joined their mother in the dirt. And for fourteen months, their silence kept me very, very rich."
👉 What weapon did Vincent pull from inside his jacket?
