Chapter 7 - The True Monsters
The video feed cut to black.
The cinematic tension in the luxurious living room was absolutely apocalyptic. The terrifying truth hung in the air like a physical weight. Dominic had spent fourteen months drowning in agonizing grief, believing his wife had slipped.
He now knew that the woman he was about to marry, and the best friend he trusted with his life, had murdered the mother of his children in cold blood, and had psychologically tortured his four-year-old daughter into complete silence.
Dominic slowly closed the laptop.
He didn't scream. He didn't flip the glass table. The cinematic realism of his sheer, unbreakable calm was a thousand times more terrifying than a violent outburst.
He slowly stood up to his full height. His dark eyes were pitch black, entirely stripped of their humanity.
Marcus realized negotiations were useless. Driven by pure, animalistic desperation, the traitorous underboss reached inside his tailored grey jacket, desperately trying to draw his concealed firearm to shoot his way out of the estate.
"I'm sorry, Dominic!" Marcus yelled hysterically.
He was far too slow.
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With blinding, lethal speed, Dominic closed the distance. He didn't even wait for his security guards to react.
👉 Marcus thought he could pull the trigger, but Dominic was about to deliver a brutal, bone-crushing execution.
