Chapter 6 - The Bloodline Ledger
Julian stared at the phone screen, the numbers flashing a mocking string of zeros where millions of dollars had resided only moments before. His entire corporate empire, built over a decade of ruthless ambition and sleepless nights, had vanished in less than sixty seconds. He looked back up at his estranged brother, Arthur, whose presence here meant every safety protocol Julian had established was an illusion.
“You’re bankrupt, Julian,” Arthur said quietly, adjusting his cuffs. “And the authorities are currently receiving an anonymous tip regarding the origin of your initial seed capital. Let’s just say tax evasion is the least of your upcoming charges.”
Julian gripped the edge of a nearby marble console table, his knuckles turning white.
“Why?” Julian hissed, his voice cracking with exhaustion. “We made an agreement a decade ago. I took the fall for the merger, you stayed clean. I gave you everything.”
“You gave me a gilded cage while you played king of the hill,” Arthur retorted, his eyes flashing with long-simmering resentment. “Evelyn didn’t crash that cake tonight just to humiliate a six-year-old. She was sending a signal. The board has voted. You’re out.”
Before Julian could formulate a response, the heavy mahogany doors at the end of the hall burst open. Vance stumbled inward, his trench coat soaked with rain, blood trickling from a deep gash above his right eyebrow.
“Mr. Sterling—we’ve been compromised from the inside,” Vance gasped, clutching his side. “The security team... they’ve all been paid off. They aren’t answering their radios.”
Arthur didn't even flinch at the violence unfolding around him. He simply pulled a thick, leather-bound ledger from his coat pocket and tossed it onto the table between them.
“Sign over the remaining residential deeds by midnight,” Arthur whispered, leaning in close, “and I might let you and Lily walk away with the clothes on your backs.”
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Julian looked down at the ledger, then toward the dark hallway where his daughter had gone. He reached out slowly, picking up a heavy crystal paperweight instead of a pen.
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