Chapter 5 - THE DYNASTY FALLS
Marcus didn't even look at Veronica as she cowered against the dining table.
He stepped over her fallen hairpins, his dark eyes locked entirely on the old patriarch standing at the head of the table.
Lily kept her face buried deep into Marcus's neck, her small chest settling into quiet, rhythmic hitches.
Marcus took one final step forward, towering over his father.
His voice cut through the silent ballroom, cold, iron-hard, and absolute.
"You are tired," Marcus warned, his gaze burning straight into the old man's trembling eyes.
"Your orders should have too."
Without waiting for a reply, Marcus turned his back on the family crest embroidered on the velvet drapery behind the head table.
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He carried his daughter down the central aisle of the grand ballroom, his heavy footsteps echoing against the marble until the heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind them.
THE END
