Chapter 43

The Phantom Revealed

Victor was already feeling the weight of the day when one of his men burst into the room, eyes wide with panic. He had barely gotten the words out, “The Phantom… he’s here,” before Victor’s blood ran cold. He didn’t need to hear more. The Phantom, the shadow that had haunted him for years, was finally making his move, and it was happening right now, right on Victor’s doorstep.

The man continued, breathless, “He’s attacking the east wing, sir. It’s chaos out there.”

Victor’s jaw tightened. He’d been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, the moment when he could finally face the bastard who’d been tearing his life apart piece by piece. The anticipation turned into a fierce determination. This was it, the showdown that would end this nightmare once and for all.

“Get the men ready,” Victor ordered, his voice cold and sharp. “I’m going to handle this myself.”

He didn’t wait for a response. Victor was already moving, grabbing his gun and strapping it