The fire crackled in the hearth. The flames cast dancing shadows across the walls. The room was warm, but Damien felt cold. Cold and empty and hollow.His father stood across from him. The gun was still in his hand. It was pointed at the floor. For now.Damien looked at the man who had raised him. The man who had lied to him. The man who had manipulated him. The man who had killed his mother."You were never supposed to find out the truth," his father said. His voice was calm. Controlled. The voice of a man who had been planning this moment for decades. "You were supposed to be the perfect son. The perfect heir. The perfect weapon. But you had to fall in love. You had to find the truth. You had to ruin everything."Damien's voice was cold. "You killed my mother. You killed Victor's mother. You destroyed everyone who ever loved you. And for what? For power? For money?"His father's eyes narrowed. "For legacy. For control. For everythi
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