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🚨 EXPOSED AT THE ALTAR: The Betrayal That Destroyed a Billionaire Dynasty! 🚨 / Chapter 7 / 8

Chapter 7 - The Mastermind Unveiled

The name Daniel whispered echoed in Victoria's mind like a death sentence:

"Your mother."

"No..." Victoria whispered, backing away from Daniel as federal agents forced him into the back of a police transport vehicle. "No! My mother died ten years ago! She died in a plane crash!"

"Did she?" Daniel called out with a cruel laugh before the police van doors slammed shut. "Ask Julian! Ask him where the money from the Vance Logistics fire actually went!"

Victoria slowly turned her head toward Julian. The federal agent stood under the dim fluorescent lights of the garage, his jaw clenched, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Julian," Victoria’s voice cracked. "Tell me he’s lying. Tell me my mother is dead."

Julian took a long, deep breath. He pulled a yellowed, classified folder from his coat pocket and handed it to her.

"Her name wasn't Evelyn Montgomery," Julian said quietly. "Her real name was Evelyn Vance. She was my mother, Victoria. Before she married your father."

Victoria felt the ground beneath her vanish. Her mind spun violently as she tried to connect the impossible dots.

"Your father didn't just steal my family's company," Julian explained, his voice filled with a mixture of pity and rage. "He stole my mother. He forced her into a fraudulent marriage to secure the Vance assets. When she discovered what he was doing ten years ago, she faked her death with the help of the government and went into deep witness protection."

"So... so Daniel..." Victoria stammered.

"Daniel is my half-brother," Julian confessed. "My mother raised him in secret overseas. She fed him the hatred. She gave him the blueprints to destroy your father. She planned this entire wedding setup for five years."

"And you?" Victoria shouted, tears streaming down her face. "Were you in on it too?! Did you use me just like he did?!"

"I came here to stop him!" Julian yelled back. "Daniel went rogue! My mother wanted to expose Richard in court legally. But Daniel wanted to bankrupt your family, take the money for himself, and destroy you in the process! I intercepted his team to save you from getting caught in the crossfire!"

Suddenly, the underground garage lights flickered and died.

Total darkness engulfed the facility.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

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