Chapter 7 - The Four Heirs Were Forced to Choose Between the Empire and Freedom
The warehouse was surrounded.
Cole had hostages.
The Four Heirs.
My brother Elias.
Nico.
Maya.
And a young woman named Grace whom we'd found after another rescue.
Cole stood above them.
He demanded the legal documents.
The wealth.
The companies.
The accounts.
Roman negotiated.
I searched for another way in.
My father found an old tunnel.
We entered from below.
The plan was simple.
Get the children out.
Secure the files.
Bring Cole down.
But Cole had another weapon.
He knew about my mother.
He brought her forward.
“Come out, Loretta.”
I stepped from the shadows.
He smiled.
“That's my girl.”
I hated the words.
“You killed my father.”
“I saved him from himself.”
“You destroyed my family.”
“I gave you a chance to become strong.”
“You gave me trauma.”
He laughed.
“You survived.”
I stepped closer.
“And now you're going to prison.”
The final fight erupted.
Roman fought Cole's men.
Gabriel protected the children.
Elias opened the security doors.
Maya copied the evidence.
Nico helped by using the hidden passage to alert police.
Cole tried to escape.
I cornered him.
He raised a gun.
I didn't flinch.
“Shoot me.”
He hesitated.
“You won't.”
“You don't know me.”
“I know exactly who you are.”
“No.”
I smiled.
“You knew who I was when I was a child.”
He froze.
“That was your mistake.”
Police stormed the warehouse.
Cole was arrested.
The files were secured.
The empire was finished.
But Gabriel was badly wounded.
He collapsed in my arms.
“No.”
He smiled weakly.
“Don't cry.”
“I can't lose you again.”
“You won't.”
He survived surgery.
For the first time in my life, I got to have my father.
Not a memory.
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Not a photograph.
A father.
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