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Kendra’s breath hitched, her pulse drumming violently in her ears as she crouched behind her seat, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Had she truly heard what she thought she did? Camille was poisoning her father? Dr. Evans was faking his cancer results?Her stomach twisted in rage and horror. She wanted to leap over the table, to throw Camille to the ground and force the truth out of her, to tear that smug expression off her face. But she forced herself to remain still, biting down on her lip so hard it almost bled. She had to think. She had to get out of here before they realized she was listening.“He will be dead soon,” Camille said. The intensity in her voice caused a sharp gasp to escape from Kendra’s lips before she could stop it.Camille’s eyes snapped up. Kendra could feel it. She looked towards them.Her heart seized as Camille’s locked onto her, recognition flashing across her face. For a fraction of a second, Camille sat frozen, then her expression twisted into shee

Sarah stood frozen between the two men, her chest tightening as the effect of their words crushed her from both sides. Vincent’s desperate eyes burned into her, pleading for her to remember something, anything that tethered her to him. Xander, on the other hand, had gone cold, his fingers twitching at his sides as the realization of his son loomed over him like a storm cloud.“Enough,” Sarah finally breathed, her voice trembling. “Stop putting me in the middle of this.”She turned to Vincent, her pulse hammering. “You need to go. I don’t need to be saved.”Vincent’s jaw tightened. “That’s not you talking, Sarah. That’s fear.”Sarah’s gaze faltered for a moment, but she forced herself to stand firm. “I said what I said.”Vincent exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You don’t mean that.” His gaze flicked to Xander, disgust tightening his features. “And you,” he spat, “you should be ashamed of yourself. Using power and fear to keep a woman with you?”Xander let out a short, humorless laug

“Fuck.” Xander’s fingers curled into a fist angrily. “They named my son after Lord James?” The bitterness in his voice was apparent. Vincent tilted his head. “You should have calmed down and researched what really happened instead of going all beast back then.” Xander’s jaw ticked. Ignoring Vincent’s words, he asked. “So Lord James ordered his guard to lie to me? Told them to say she committed suicide?” Vincent nodded once. “But you killed Lord James already; your anger is meaningless, brother.”Xander’s face darkened. His whole life, he had believed that Theresa took her life because of him. The guilt had followed him like a second skin. And now… this truth? It changed everything. His chest felt lighter, but rage danced beneath it. He had killed Lord James for nothing. Then his mind snapped back to the present. He had a son. A real, breathing part of him out there. And for the first time in a long while, he felt something close to hope. But he knew better than to let his guard do

She was at the edge of the room, barely stepping in, her face pale and her body rigid. She had been listening. Probably for longer than any of them had realized. Her hands were trembling, and her breath was unsteady. Stephanie turned toward her, and her smirk widened into something venomous. "Oh, look who decided to join us." Her voice was laced with cruel amusement. "The little innocent, but not-so-innocent, Sarah." Sarah didn't move. Stephanie chuckled, her expression turning wicked. "What's the matter? Feeling a little lightheaded? Maybe it's because you've been spreading your legs for two brothers like a common whore." Sarah's lips curled back, her teeth clenched. "You talk like you know everything, Stephanie." Her voice shook with anger, her hands tightening into fists. "But you missed one little detail." Stephanie arched a brow. "Oh? Do tell." Sarah exhaled sharply, her gaze burning with defiance. "I fucked Rafael, too." The air shifted. Even Xander looked perplexed. "No

The black SUVs rolled onto the abandoned airfield, tires grinding against the cracked pavement. The wind howled, whipping dust and debris through the open space. It felt like the prelude to a showdown, an anticipation that something irreversible was about to happen. Xander stepped out first, his presence looming like the lord he was even in the eerie quiet. Vincent followed, his expression still as enraged as ever to get this done with, but his fingers twitched at his side, itching for the gun holstered under his coat. Sarah hesitated before stepping out, her pulse erratic as she took in the sight ahead. There, in the middle of the airfield, stood a small boy. He was Xander’s son. The child looked no older than five, his dark curls tousled by the wind, clutching the hand of one of Vincent’s men. His tiny fingers trembled as he stared up at the strangers surrounding him. Xander's breath hitched. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, a sensation so foreign it almost unsettled him