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Chapter 15: Exiled
The sitting room of the Styles mansion had never felt so cold.Anthony stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his face an unreadable mask. He had been summoned like a servant called down from the west wing by a stern-faced butler who wouldn't meet his eyes. He had come because he wanted to see what they would do. He had come because he needed to know exactly how far their hatred would go.He got his answer.Reginald sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his face carved from stone. His hands were clasped in front of him, knuckles white with tension. He looked older than Anthony had ever seen him. The lines on his face deeper, the shadows under his eyes darker.Vivica sat beside him, her eyes red from crying. She clutched a handkerchief in her trembling hands, dabbing at her eyes every few seconds. But her grief wasn't for Anthony. It was for Jonathan, the son she had lost, the son she still believed was innocent.The sisters flanked them. Giselle sat to Vivica's
Chapter 14: Monster
The night of the transfer arrived. Anthony stood in the shadows of Reginald's study, watching the security feeds on his laptop. Jonathan's movements were visible on every camera—packing his bags, making phone calls, checking his watch. Reginald sat behind his desk, his face pale and drawn. "He's really doing it," Reginald whispered. "After everything I gave him. Everything I trusted him with." Anthony didn't look away from the screen. "I told you. He's been planning this for years." "I know. I just... I didn't want to believe it." Anthony's phone buzzed. A text from Carmen: He's leaving in ten minutes. The transfer is complete. He's taking everything. Anthony typed back: I know. Stay safe. He looked at Reginald. "It's time." --- They met Jonathan in the east wing corridor. He was dressed in a dark suit, a leather bag slung over his shoulder. His face was calm, composed—the face of a man who had already won. "Father," Jonathan said smoothly. "Anthony. What a plea
Chapter 13: Give me proof
The morning after Jonathan's revelation, the mansion was a war zone.Carmen had been banished to the west wing, her presence now a scandal that the family wanted to forget. The sisters refused to speak to her. Vivica had demanded she be removed entirely, but Anthony had refused and Reginald, for reasons no one understood, had backed him.Jonathan walked through the halls like a triumphant king. His limp was gone, his leg fully healed, but no one questioned it. They were too busy hating Anthony.Breakfast was a slaughter.Anthony walked into the dining room to find his seat—the one that had been removed weeks ago still missing. He stood in the doorway, his face calm."Good morning," he said.Giselle laughed. "Good morning? Is that what you call it? After what you and your little girlfriend did to this family?""She's not my girlfriend," Anthony said. "She was your brother's fiancée. He brought her here. He exposed her secret. I'm just the one she came to when he hit her.""Lies," Beat
Chapter 12: She's a fake
Anthony barely slept.He lay in his west wing room, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of the warehouse confrontation. The recording was secure. The evidence was gathered. But Reginald's face haunted him—the doubt, the confusion, the refusal to believe.He heard everything. And still, he walked away.Jonathan has spent twenty-three years building his fortress. One recording won't tear it down overnight.His phone buzzed at 6 AM.Carmen: He's gone. Packed a bag and left at dawn. I don't know where he went. But he was on the phone with someone. Said something about "accelerating the plan."Anthony sat up.He's running. Or he's making his final move.Jonathan returned three hours later.He walked through the front doors like a conquering hero, his limp completely gone. He had abandoned the pretense entirely. His face was flushed with triumph.He found the family gathered in the sitting room—Vivica, Reginald, the three sisters, and their boyfriends."Everyone," Jonathan announ
Chapter 11:The lies
The Harborside warehouse loomed against the night sky like a forgotten monument.Anthony parked his car three blocks away, his dark clothes blending with the shadows. He'd done this before—in his past life, he'd been a ghost, a man who moved unseen through the world. Those skills had followed him here.He slipped through the chain-link fence and pressed himself against the warehouse wall. A single light burned in the upper window. Voices echoed from inside.Jonathan's voice. Confident. Smug."The deal is final. I've already signed the preliminary documents."A gruff voice responded. "We need the full transfer by midnight tomorrow. If your father finds out—""He won't. The old man is blind. He believes everything I tell him." Jonathan laughed. "He actually thinks I'm still bedridden. I've been walking for weeks. The doctor is paid off. The family is wrapped around my finger."Anthony pulled out his phone. He'd already activated the recording app."You've done well," the gruff voice sai
Chapter 10: I want you gone
The weeks after the gala humiliation were the darkest Anthony had endured.He became a ghost in his own home. The servants pretended he didn't exist. The sisters whispered loudly about him in corridors. Vivica refused to be in the same room. And Reginald—Reginald had become a cold, punishing force.The board meeting was a slaughter.Anthony sat in his usual seat—the far end, the one nobody wanted. Reginald didn't even look at him."The new logistics partnership is approved," Reginald announced. "Jonathan's proposal."Anthony's eyes narrowed. "That proposal is flawed. It gives Apex Industries exclusivity over our network. They'll own us within a year."Reginald's head snapped up. "I said it's approved. Are you questioning my authority?""I'm questioning the deal. Jonathan isn't even here. He's still 'recovering' from his injury." Anthony's voice was calm, measured. "Funny how he always manages to make decisions when he's not in the room."Marcus Webb, seated as a guest observer, laughe
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