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CHAPTER 767
His gaze shifted to a cluster of mutilated photos. They were images of Millicent and Marek in their younger days, sharing a milkshake on a park bench, fingers entwined. In everyone, Marek’s face had been aggressively scarred away. The paper was shredded where his features should have been, gouged by a knife or a fingernail until only a jagged hole remained.The man reached out, his finger tracing the void where Marek’s smile used to be. "You were just a footnote, Marek. A distraction. A fly buzzing around a masterpiece."The display continued, growing increasingly invasive, less a record of a woman and more the lair of a predator. There were shots of her swimming in a lake, captured from the shadows of the treeline; photos of her sleeping in her childhood bedroom before the highway incident; even the most mundane fragments of a life: grocery shopping, reading on a bus after refusing the car the butler had sent, tying her laces.Every move she had ever made had been documented, ca
CHAPTER 766
Moving toward the wall, he approached an intricate spread of hand-drawn maps and genealogical trees, his bloody palm dragging a jagged smear across names that dated back a century."Do you know what happens to a masterpiece when a child scrawls over it in crayon?" he whispered, his voice hitching with an unhinged tremor. He turned back, a terrifying, crooked grin splitting his face. “Tedmond... little, brave Tedmond. He thinks he’s a savior. He thinks he’s found her. He hasn't found a mother; he’s found a ticking clock, and he’s just accelerated the countdown!"He grabbed a heavy bronze letter opener and began stabbing it into the desk, over and over, the wood splintering with every strike."Several years!" he shrieked, the calm shattering instantly. "For several years, I let Harold play house! I let that pathetic Griffin worm keep her in the dark because the darkness preserves the essence! I liked how she was sold off… panic ruins the flavor!”“It curdles the markers! And now? Her
CHAPTER 765
The air in the high-ceilinged penthouse was thick with the copper tang of fresh blood and the heavy, expensive scent of Cuban tobacco, a suffocating cocktail that made the lungs ache.In the center of the wreckage sat a man who looked less like a human and more like a mountain carved from scarred granite. Stripped to his waist, his massive, corded muscles gleamed with sweat and dark spatters. He didn't just sit in the velvet armchair; he dominated it, his presence sucking the oxygen from the room. A black silk mask lay discarded on a side table, but his face currently wore a mask of far more terrifying proportions: pure, unadulterated rage.At his feet, the floor was no longer visible. A dozen men, all seasoned fighters, were piled like discarded lumber. Some were groaning, their limbs bent at angles that defied nature; others were hauntingly silent.The man reached for a crystal tumbler of amber liquid, his hand so large the glass looked like a toy.He didn't drink. He simply st
CHAPTER 764
The dialogue remained light for hours, drifting from Thomas’s failed attempts at gardening to Marek’s stories of the city’s changing skyline. The horrors of the basement and the Crossroad Men were kept at bay, locked away by the sheer force of their collective happiness.Eventually, the table fell into a comfortable lull. Millicent set her fork down and leaned back, watching the young couple at the other end. She watched the way Persis tilted her head to laugh at a whisper, and the way Tedmond looked at her, not with the predatory hunger of his father, but with a protective, profound adoration."You two," Millicent said softly, her voice cutting through the chatter with gentle authority.Tedmond and Persis both looked up, caught in the light of their own world. "Yes, Mother?" Tedmond asked.Millicent’s eyes sparkled with a hint of the girl she had been before the highway. "I’ve spent a lifetime waiting for things to be right. I’ve watched the moon through cellar bars and prayed fo
CHAPTER 763
The fury was there, sharp and cold, but as he looked back at the courthouse, he saw a small, frail figure standing by the pillars.It was Millicent. She looked exhausted, her shoulders finally sagging after hours of maintaining her monumental poise.Tedmond took a slow, grounding breath and folded the paper, tucking it deep into his pocket. The darkness in his eyes didn't vanish, but it receded, replaced by a weary tenderness."Not tonight, Persis," Tedmond said, his voice softening. "The docks can wait. Malachai Vire isn't going anywhere. They’ve lived in peace for twenty years; they can survive one more night of ignorance."Persis blinked, surprised. "You’re calling it off? Just like that?""Not calling it off," Tedmond corrected. "Just delaying. My mother has spent her whole life being a ghost or a servant. Today, she became a free woman. She shouldn't have to spend her first evening of freedom wondering if her son is out spilling blood.”“We’re going home. I want to sit at a tab
CHAPTER 762
The city had never seen a trial like the one that unfolded in the hallowed, marble halls of the High Court. It wasn't just a legal proceeding; it was an autopsy of an era. The Griffin Scandal had leaked into the press like oil on water, shimmering with the iridescent filth of the elite, and it was high time for Evelyn to be brought to justice.The courtroom was packed to the rafters. Reporters sat shoulder-to-shoulder with the very socialites who had once sipped champagne in the Griffin solarium. At the center of it all sat Millicent, dressed in a simple, high-necked charcoal dress.She didn't look like a victim; she looked like a monument.Across the aisle, Evelyn Griffin sat alone. Her children were not beside her. Her husband was dead. She was a woman stripped of her armor, yet she clung to a jagged, pathetic defiance.***The lead prosecutor, a man who had built his career on the very laws Harold Griffin once manipulated, called the first witness. Sarah, the younger maid wh
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