The documents arrived by courier. Mark's disinheritance. His removal from the Sterling board.
The freezing of his trust, his accounts, his future. Gideon had destroyed his own son with a signature, leaving him nothing but the clothes on his back and the shame of knowing why.
Elsa stood in Gideon's dungeon, the papers in her hand, her body still aching from the desk, her mind reeling from the revelation.
"Why?" she asked, her voice echoing off black walls.
Gideon stood by the suspension rig — leather straps, chains, an apparatus designed for total immobilization. He wore black, as always, his posture relaxed, his eyes predatory.
"Because he hurt you." Gideon crossed to her, his hand finding her jaw, forcing her face up. "Because he doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as you."
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