Chapter 7 - The Confession
"She won't be touching anyone," a deep voice boomed from the darkness of the doorway.
Damian stepped into the bedroom, accompanied by Marcus and two armed guards. He was holding a glass of scotch in one hand and a thick manila folder in the other. His eyes were burning with a terrifying, absolute fury.
Julianna straightened up, pulling her shoulders back, attempting to reclaim her regal composure. "Damian. Don't be dramatic. I was simply explaining the reality of the situation to this girl—"
"I heard every word you said, Julianna," Damian interrupted, his voice dropping into a lethal growl that made the glass in the windows vibrate. "My security system records audio in every room of this estate."
Julianna’s face paled slightly, but she held her chin high. "You owe everything to the Vance family, Damian! If the public finds out Leah isn't Vanessa’s child, our stock prices will plummet! The board will push you out!"
"Then let it burn," Damian said coldly.
He walked over to the desk, threw the manila folder onto the mahogany surface, and pulled out a stack of bank statements, email printouts, and wire transfers.
"Marcus’s team caught Dr. Sterling at the airport in Miami two hours ago," Damian revealed, his voice filled with venom. "He was trying to board a private jet to Zurich. Do you want to know what he confessed under interrogation, Julianna?"
Julianna swallowed hard, her confidence finally beginning to fracture.
"Dr. Sterling didn't just steal Maya’s baby for Vanessa," Damian continued, taking a step toward his mother-in-law. "Vanessa didn't even know the baby was stolen! My late wife was dying, but she had a heart. She believed Dr. Sterling had found an abandoned baby whose mother had passed away in childbirth! It was you, Julianna!"
I gasped, looking at the older woman in absolute horror.
"It was you who paid Dr. Sterling five hundred thousand dollars to forge Maya’s baby's death certificate," Damian roared, slamming his fist onto the desk. "It was you who faked the adoption records! You used my dying wife to cover up a kidnapping so you could maintain control over the Caruso-Vance shipping contracts!"
Julianna backed away, her hands trembling as she looked at the guards standing by the door. "Damian... listen to me... we did it for the family... for the legacy..."
"You aren't family," Damian spat, his eyes cold as glaciers. "You are a monster who tore a baby from her mother’s arms for greed."
He turned to Marcus. "Hand her over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Include Dr. Sterling’s signed confession and the wire transfer logs. Ensure the press gets every detail of her involvement before sunrise."
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"No! Damian, you can't do this to me!" Julianna shrieked as Marcus and the guards grabbed her arms, forcing her toward the door. "I am a Vance! You'll ruin us all!"
"Your legacy ended the moment you touched my daughter," Damian said coldly, turning his back on her as her screams echoed down the hallway until the heavy mahogany doors slammed shut.
