Chapter 4 - The Poisoned Dynasty
Heavy boots echoed through the hollow warehouse as six armed men in tactical gear swarmed the building, red laser sights cutting through the shadows. Behind them stepped a woman wrapped in a white chinchilla fur coat, her heels clicking rhythmically against the concrete.
It was Victoria Vance—Michael’s current fiancée and the heiress to Vance Pharmaceuticals, accompanied by Michael’s formidable 75-year-old mother, Eleanor Harrington.
"Well, well, Michael," Eleanor sneered, her icy posture unyielding as she looked around the filthy warehouse with disgust. "I see you’ve managed to hunt down Elena’s little street rats."
"Mother? Victoria?" Michael stood up, stepping firmly between the armed men and his four daughters. "What is the meaning of this? Why are your private guards here?"
Victoria smiled a cold, razor-sharp smile, pulling a signed document from her leather clutch. "We’re here to clean up the mess you should have swept under the rug ten years ago darling. Those four bastards are a threat to our impending merger and the Harrington family legacy."
"They are my DAUGHTERS!" Michael roared, his body trembling with violent rage. "I took a DNA sample from the locket’s hair strand an hour ago—it’s 99.9% match! They are Harringtons!"
"They are trash!" Eleanor barked coldly. "Just like their mother! Elena Vance was getting too close to uncovering where your late father’s money really went. Do you really think she stole that $50 million ten years ago, Michael? You fool! I took that money to pay off the investigators who were looking into your father's sudden 'heart attack'!"
The room went dead silent. Only the rain drumming on the roof broke the terrifying stillness.
Michael felt his blood run cold. "What did you say?"
"Your father was going to leave everything—the entire Harrington empire—to Elena’s unborn children and expose our family's bankruptcy," Eleanor confessed with an unbothered, sinister smirk. "So Victoria and I took care of him. And when Elena started asking questions, we made her look like a thief. Now, history is repeating itself."
Victoria signaled the armed men. "Take the children. Erase them. Make it look like a tragic shelter fire."
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Michael yelled.
At that exact moment, Evan and Michael’s hidden security team threw flashbang grenades into the center of the warehouse!
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BANG!
A blinding flash and deafening boom erupted. Michael turned, scooped up Chloe and Clara in his arms, while Evan grabbed Cleo and Cami. They sprinted through the dense smoke toward a side exit, gunfire shattering the darkness behind them!
