Chapter : Brother, Betrayer, Stranger

I stared at him—this man claiming to be my brother—and tried to find any trace of truth in his eyes.

But all I saw was something twisted. Something cold. A look that didn’t belong in family.

“You’re lying,” I said, even though the words came out hollow.

Marcus didn’t blink. “I wish I were.”

Lucien moved to stand between us, his gun still raised, jaw clenched. “Drop the act. You’re not family. You’re a threat.”

A faint smile curved Marcus’s lips. “You can shoot me, Lucien. But the truth doesn’t die with a bullet.”

My voice cracked. “You’re saying my father—Henri Moreau—he… he had another...