My Own Terms
Author: The Heirless
last update2025-11-23 19:23:33

Marcus spent the night surrounded by evidence of his own destruction.

The conference room had become his war room. Victor had left him alone around midnight with a promise to return at dawn. The cork boards on the wall were no longer just documentation—they were a battle map. He'd rearranged photos, drawn new connections in markers, and identified weaknesses in his enemies' armor.

The Bradfords weren't just cruel. They were sloppy. Desperate. And desperation made people careless.

When Victor returned at six AM with coffee and bagels, he found Marcus standing in front of the wall, still wearing yesterday's suit, eyes red but focused.

"You didn't sleep," Victor observed.

"Couldn't." Marcus accepted the coffee gratefully. "I kept seeing different patterns and connections. The Bradfords think they're so careful, but they're not. They're bleeding from a thousand cuts and trying to hide it with expensive suits and charity galas."

Victor set down the bag of bagels and studied Marcus's additions to the wall. "You've been busy."

"I've been strategic." Marcus pointed to a cluster of financial documents. "Bradford Industries has been taking out loans to cover operational expenses for three years. They're not investing in growth, they're paying existing debts with new debts. It's a death spiral."

"We already knew that."

"We knew they were in trouble. But look at the timing." Marcus traced a timeline he'd drawn in red marker. "Three years ago, right when their financial problems started accelerating, that's when my father bought their first major debt. But it's also when Daniel entered Victoria's life."

Victor's eyes narrowed. "You think the two are connected?"

"I think my father positioned Daniel to be their savior. Think about it—Dylan Kane, a successful tech entrepreneur, shows interest in Victoria right when her family's company is struggling. He starts attending their social events, making connections, and offering business advice." Marcus pulled down a photo of Daniel at a Bradford charity gala. "He wasn't just seducing my wife. He was embedding himself in their world."

"To what end?"

"Control." Marcus turned to face Victor. "My father doesn't just want to destroy the Bradfords. He wants to own them. And Daniel is his instrument for doing that. Daniel is planning to marry Victoria, becomes part of the family, and slowly takes over everything. The Bradfords won't even realize they've been conquered until it's too late."

Victor was quiet for a moment, processing his words."That's... actually brilliant. Horrifying, but brilliant."

"That's my father." Marcus took a long drink of coffee. "But it also gives me an opening. If I can expose Daniel's real identity and his connection to my father before the marriage happens, the Bradfords will turn on him. They're not loyal to Daniel, they're just desperate. If I can show them he's been using them, they'll tear him apart themselves."

"And how do you plan to expose him? Daniel has been very careful about maintaining his Dylan Kane identity."

Marcus smiled for the first time in hours. "He has been. But he's also gotten arrogant. Look at this." He pulled up a photo on his laptop—Daniel and Victoria at a restaurant. "This was taken four days ago at Impero. Expensive place, very exclusive. But here's the interesting part."

He zoomed in on the background of the photo. "See that man at the table behind them? Gray suit, Chinese, mid-fifties?"

Victor leaned in. "Yes. Who is he?"

"Zhang Wei. He runs the Chen family's operations in New York's Chinatown. He's into gambling, protection, import-export. He reports directly to my father." Marcus pulled up another photo—Zhang Wei leaving the restaurant, and Daniel visible in the background. "They left within five minutes. Daniel thought he was being subtle, but whoever took this photo caught them both."

"You think they met?"

"I think Daniel is still actively working for my father while pretending to be an independent tech entrepreneur. Which means there's a paper trail, communications, meetings and most importantly, money transfers." Marcus's eyes gleamed. "All I have to do is find it."

Victor crossed his arms.. "Even if you find evidence, you can't just expose Daniel without exposing your father. And that starts a war with the Chen family."

"I'm not trying to avoid that war, Victor. I'm trying to control when and how it happens." Marcus pulled out his phone and showed Victor the message from his mother. "I have allies my father doesn't know about. My mother has been building her own network for eighteen years. These are people who are loyal to her and I also have you."

"One old enforcer and a woman in Paris. That's not much of an army against your father's empire."

"It's not about the size of the army. It's about information and timing." Marcus turned back to the wall. "My father gave me twenty-four hours to decide and I'm very sure he thinks I'll either accept his terms and become a monster like him or refuse and face prison. But there's a third option”.

"How?"

"By turning his own weapons against him." Marcus pulled down a document. "These are the forged embezzlement documents the Bradfords prepared to frame me. They're dated, signed, and notarized. And they are all official-looking. But they're also evidence of conspiracy to commit fraud."

Victor's eyebrows rose. "You want to expose them before they can use them against you."

"Better than that. I want to use them to expose Daniel." Marcus spread several documents on the table. "Look at the signatures. They're good forgeries, but they're not perfect. The pressure is wrong in places, and the loop on my 'C' is slightly off. A forensic document examiner would catch it immediately."

"So you prove they're forgeries and the Bradfords get charged with fraud instead of you."

"Exactly. But here's the beautiful part—who helped them create these forgeries?" Marcus pulled up an email he'd found in the files Victor compiled. It was heavily redacted, but the sender's address was visible: a ProtonMail account. "This email came from Daniel. He put them in touch with a document forger named Marcus knew from his old life. Someone who works exclusively for the Chen family."

Victor whistled low. "If you can prove Daniel connected the Bradfords with Chen family resources..."

"Then I will prove that he was working with my father all along. The Bradfords will realize they've been played. Victoria will realise that her fiancé is actually my brother and he has been using her.." Marcus's smile was cold. "And my father will lose his carefully positioned chess piece."

"That's risky, Marcus. Your father will know you did this. He'll see it as a declaration of war."

"Good." Marcus met Victor's eyes. "Because that's exactly what it is. I'm not crawling back to him and I’m not accepting his terms. I’m not going to prison for the crimes I didn't commit. I'm taking control of my own life, my own revenge, and eventually, my own inheritance."

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  • My Own Terms

    Marcus spent the night surrounded by evidence of his own destruction.The conference room had become his war room. Victor had left him alone around midnight with a promise to return at dawn. The cork boards on the wall were no longer just documentation—they were a battle map. He'd rearranged photos, drawn new connections in markers, and identified weaknesses in his enemies' armor.The Bradfords weren't just cruel. They were sloppy. Desperate. And desperation made people careless.When Victor returned at six AM with coffee and bagels, he found Marcus standing in front of the wall, still wearing yesterday's suit, eyes red but focused."You didn't sleep," Victor observed."Couldn't." Marcus accepted the coffee gratefully. "I kept seeing different patterns and connections. The Bradfords think they're so careful, but they're not. They're bleeding from a thousand cuts and trying to hide it with expensive suits and charity galas."Victor set down the bag of bagels and studied Marcus's additi

  • A Meeting With The Monster

    The next day at exactly seven forty-five PM , Marcus stood in front of a full-length mirror in the conference room bathroom, gazing at himself. "You look like you're preparing for war," Victor said from the doorway.Marcus glanced at him. "Aren't I?""That depends on what you want”.Marcus turned from the mirror, looking at the card on Victor’s hand. "The Velvet Room. What is it?""It's a private club in Midtown. Victor handed Marcus the small card. "Show this to the host and he'll take you to your father's private room."Marcus put the card inside his pocket. "Will you be there?""I won't be inside. Your father said you should come alone, and he'll know if I'm there. But I'll be nearby. If things go badly..." Victor pulled back his jacket slightly, showing the gun he placed at his hip. "If things go badly, I'll know."Marcus straightened his tie one final time. "I spent five years believing I could escape him. I was wrong about that.""Were you?" Victor asked. "Or were you just f

  • My Mother

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  • Ghost Of The Past

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    Marcus woke up to the sound of sirens.They were distant, probably three or four blocks away from his small studio apartment in Queens. The walls were thin enough that he could hear Mrs. James next door arguing with her daughter about college applications. Below him, someone was playing salsa music at six-thirty in the morning. Marcus lay still for a moment, staring at the water stain on the ceiling that looked vaguely like a bird in flight. The wine-stained shirt lay crumpled on the floor where he'd dropped it. Marcus's phone buzzed on the milk crate he used as a nightstand. He'd received seventeen calls since last night. Five from blocked numbers. Three from Victoria's lawyer. Nine from Bradford Industries' HR department.Checking his phone, the text message from last night sat in his phone like a bomb with an unknown timer. “Welcome home, Young Master”.Only a handful of people in the world would call him that. And only one would have the audacity to send that message last night

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    The champagne flowed like water through the Bradford mansion, and Marcus Chen stood in the corner watching his marriage die to the sound of laughter.He'd positioned himself near the marble pillar by the east wing entrance, far enough from the crowd to be forgotten, close enough to fulfill his purpose for being there. The pillar was cool against his shoulder , a small comfort against the suffocating heat of two hundred people in the hall.Designer dresses swished past him. Expensive cologne mixed with the scent of imported roses that Judith Bradford had flown in from Ecuador for the occasion. Everything in this house was excessive. Everything except his worth."More champagne, sir?"Marcus glanced at the young server, who couldn't be more than twenty-two, probably working his way through college. "No, thank you," Marcus said quietly.The server nodded and moved away, and Marcus returned his attention to the dance floor where his wife—soon to be ex-wife—swayed in the arms of another

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