Chapter 52. Caught Red-Handed

Lucian nodded. “We’ll get proof. We’re close.”

Damian’s golden eyes blazed. “Good. Because next time… no one stops me.”

He stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Lilian collapsed into her chair, sobbing softly—not out of guilt now, but relief. The truth was out. And justice was coming.

***

Nightfall wrapped the packhouse in a blanket of quiet. But beneath the calm, deadly intentions stirred.

Sisi stood behind a pillar in the hallway, her ears burning with fury. She had overheard her father speaking to her mother in low tones—promising to question Lilian himself the next morning. He wanted to find the truth, even if it meant uncovering his daughter’s lies.

Her father—the mighty Gamma—was doubting her. Her own blood.

Her fists clenched. Her nails bit into her palms.

She couldn’t let Lilian speak again. Not to her father. Not to anyone.

“She’ll ruin everything.”

Sisi stormed back to her chambers, hatred boiling