Chapter 204
Chapter 204:
“I did it for the family! The company is bankrupt! We were going to lose everything!” Buck’s face turned red as his voice climbed.
“There is no company,” Dallas interjected, his tone perfectly calm. “And there is no family. I bought the debt weeks ago p>
Buck went pale. “You… what p>
“It’s not news, Buck,” Dallas said, his voice a silken threat. “You’ve known since the accounts were frozen. Solomon Industries belongs to Koch Group now. Every brick, every share, every piece of your name on it — mine. You are trespassing on my employee’s time.” He let a faint smirk settle on his lips. “I own the mortgage. I own the debt. I own the art p>
Buck’s pallor flushed to crimson. The last vestige of his power had been stripped away, leaving nothing behind but impotent fury. “You ungrateful little brat! You plotted this!” He lunged toward Eliza, forgetting entirely where he was. “Apologize to Dante! Tell the police it was a misunderstanding! Or I’ll p>
Dallas moved faster than thought. He caught Buck by the throat before he could reach the bed and slammed him against the wall. The pictures rattled on their hooks.
“Touch her again,” Dallas said, his voice dropping to a low, steady rumble, “and you lose the hand p>
Eliza watched without moving. She felt no pity. Only disgust.
“I am pressing charges, Buck,” she announced clearly. “For the fraud. For the solicitation p>
“You can’t! I’m your blood!” Buck choked against Dallas’s grip.
Your 𝗱𝗮і𝗅у 𝘥𝘰s𝖾 o𝖿 n𝘰ve𝗹𝗌 𝘰n g𝖺lոo𝗏𝖾l𝘀.с𝘰𝗺
“My blood died in that car,” Eliza said.
“Get him out.” Dallas released Buck and shoved him toward the door.
Security guards — summoned by Zane, who had been waiting silently in the hall — entered and dragged Buck away.
“You’ll regret this! You don’t know the truth!” Buck screamed as he was hauled through the door.
The room fell silent.
“He’s right.” Margo stepped forward, her voice trembling. “You don’t know the whole truth p>
She was holding Sienna’s hand. Sienna stood beside her, pale and stripped of her usual arrogance.
“What truth?” Eliza asked, her voice hollow with exhaustion.
“About your parents’ accident,” Margo whispered. “The car crash p>
Anson gave a slow nod from the corner. “Tell her, Margo. Or I release the tapes of your affair with the groundskeeper p>
Margo flinched. Anson had dirt on everyone.
“Buck… he didn’t just ignore the maintenance reports,” Margo began, tears streaming down her face.
“He cut the lines,” Sienna blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.
The room seemed to tilt beneath Eliza. “What p>
“He wanted the insurance money,” Margo confessed through her sobs. “Your parents were supposed to be flying that weekend. They drove home early instead. It was… a mistake p>
“He started it?” Eliza’s voice was barely a whisper. The air left the room. The steady beep of the heart monitor suddenly sounded deafening — a frantic countdown to a truth she couldn’t outrun.
“It was an accident… the timing… he didn’t mean to kill them,” Margo sobbed into her hands, the words a pathetic attempt to soften a monstrous act.