CHAPTER 4: THE HEIR’S FIRST BREAKDOWN

He finally lunged.
Not carefully.
Not arrogantly.
Desperately.
Security agents appeared instantly.
Two movements.
One impact.
He hit the marble floor.
No blood.
Just silence.
He looked up at me, breathing uneven.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with.”
I crouched slightly.
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
My voice lowered.
“I know exactly who you are.”
A pause.
“I know everything you’ve buried.”
His expression changed.
May you like
Not anger.
Fear.