Chapter 9: The Brother Who Chose the Wrong Side
The gun was not pointed at Dominic.
That was the first thing he noticed.
It was pointed at Marcus.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The abandoned house seemed to hold its breath.
Adrian stood in the doorway, his face half-covered by the darkness behind him.
The same face Dominic had known his entire life.
The same brother who used to sit beside him during thunderstorms because he was afraid of lightning.
The same brother who cried at their father’s funeral.
The same brother who had just become a stranger.
“Adrian.””
Dominic said his name like a question.
His brother looked at him.
“I’m sorry.””
Those two words hurt more than anger would have.
Because they sounded sincere.
Dominic stepped forward.
“Put the gun down.””
Adrian’s eyes moved toward him.
“I can’t.””
“Why?””
Adrian looked at Marcus.
“Because he knows too much.””
Marcus stood still.
“You’re making the same mistake your father made.””
Adrian’s expression hardened.
“Don’t talk about my father.””
Dominic felt something shift.
Not anger.
Pain.
Adrian wasn’t acting like a criminal who had been caught.
He was acting like someone who had spent years convincing himself he had no other choice.
“Adrian,” Dominic said, “tell me the truth.””
His brother looked at him.
“You really want the truth?””
“Yes.””
“Even if it destroys everything?””
Dominic laughed quietly.
“Everything is already destroyed.””
The words landed.
Adrian lowered the gun slightly.
Only slightly.
Dominic noticed.
“Why?””
Adrian looked away.
“Because I had no choice.””
“Everyone says that.””
“Because it’s true.””
“No.””
Dominic shook his head.
“People say they have no choice when they don’t want to admit they made one.””
Silence.
Adrian stared at him.
For a second, Dominic saw his younger brother again.
The boy who hated disappointing people.
The boy who always wanted approval.
Then the moment disappeared.
“You don’t understand.””
“Then explain.””
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
“You think this family was built on success?””
Dominic frowned.
“What?””
“You think our father was some hero who created an empire and protected everyone?””
Adrian laughed bitterly.
“He destroyed people.””
Marcus stepped forward.
“Adrian.””
“Don’t.””
Adrian pointed the gun toward him.
“You don’t get to speak.””
Dominic looked between them.
“What happened?””
Adrian’s voice became quieter.
“Our father ruined Marcus.””
Marcus said nothing.
“He took everything from him. His company. His reputation. His future.””
Dominic looked at Marcus.
“Is that true?””
Marcus answered honestly.
“Yes.””
The answer surprised him.
Adrian continued.
“And when Marcus tried to fight back, Father made sure everyone believed he was a criminal.””
Dominic looked at the old man.
“You let him believe that?””
Marcus lowered his eyes.
“I was trying to survive.””
Adrian smiled.
“Everyone was trying to survive.””
The sentence echoed.
Because that was the excuse everyone had used.
Survive.
Protect.
Prevent disaster.
And somehow, those words had created the disaster.
Dominic looked at his brother.
“Did you change my brace?””
Adrian froze.
The silence answered first.
Then:
“Yes.””
The word felt like a physical blow.
Dominic stared.
Anna covered her mouth.
Even Marcus looked shocked.
“You.””
Adrian swallowed.
“I didn’t want you to die.””
Dominic almost couldn’t process the sentence.
“You weakened my leg.””
“Yes.””
“You made me suffer.””
“Yes.””
“And you’re saying you didn’t want me to die?””
Adrian’s eyes filled with guilt.
“I needed time.””
“For what?””
“To find the evidence.””
Dominic laughed.
A painful, empty laugh.
“So you hurt me to investigate?””
“I was trying to slow you down.””
“You could have killed me.””
“I knew the brace wouldn’t completely fail.””
Dominic stared at him.
The coldness of the sentence frightened him.
“You calculated it.””
Adrian looked away.
“Yes.””
The room became silent.
Dominic felt something inside him collapse.
Not anger.
Not betrayal.
Something worse.
Grief.
Because he realized he had already lost his brother before tonight.
He just didn’t know it.
“Why?””
Adrian closed his eyes.
“Because I found out what Father did.””
“Then why not tell me?””
“Would you have believed me?””
Dominic opened his mouth.
Then stopped.
Because years ago?
Maybe not.
Everyone believed their father was untouchable.
Even Dominic.
Adrian continued.
“You worshiped him.””
“I loved him.””
“So did I.””
The pain in Adrian’s voice was real.
“That’s why it hurt.””
Dominic looked at him.
“What did he do?””
Adrian’s grip tightened.
“Father wasn’t innocent.””
Marcus nodded slowly.
“He wasn’t.””
Dominic turned.
“You knew?””
“Yes.””
“Then why protect him?””
Marcus looked tired.
“Because people are rarely only one thing.””
Dominic thought of Eleanor.
Adrian.
Himself.
Everyone had become a mixture of love and damage.
Good intentions and terrible choices.
But that did not erase what they had done.
“You still hurt me.””
Adrian nodded.
“I know.””
“You threatened Lily.””
His expression changed.
“No.””
“Anna said—”
“I never threatened Lily.””
The answer came instantly.
Dominic studied him.
“Then who did?””
Adrian looked toward the doorway.
And fear appeared on his face.
Real fear.
“Adrian?””
His brother whispered:
“Mercer.””
The room changed.
Marcus moved quickly.
“Where is he?””
Adrian looked at him.
“He was supposed to be here.””
Dominic frowned.
“What does that mean?””
Adrian looked at the gun in his hand.
Then at the empty hallway.
“It means I was never the person in control.””
A sound came from outside.
A car engine.
Leaving.
Dominic turned toward the window.
“Who?””
Adrian’s face went pale.
“Charles.””
His uncle.
Again.
The name that kept returning.
The person hiding behind everyone else.
The person everyone underestimated.
Dominic looked at Adrian.
“You’re telling me Charles was behind this?””
Adrian nodded.
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Adrian’s voice broke.
“Because he was the one who killed Father.””
Silence.
Dominic felt the world tilt.
Marcus closed his eyes.
“I knew.””
Dominic turned.
“You knew?””
“I suspected.””
“Then why didn’t you tell me?””
“Because Charles had spent nineteen years making sure nobody would believe me.””
Dominic looked at Adrian.
“And you?””
Adrian lowered the gun.
“I found proof.””
“What proof?””
“My father’s final documents.””
“Where?””
Adrian reached into his jacket.
He removed a small envelope.
“I was going to expose him.””
Dominic stared.
“Then why help Mercer?””
Adrian looked ashamed.
“Because Mercer found me first.””
“What did he do?””
Adrian looked at Lily’s photo on Dominic’s phone.
Then at Dominic.
“He showed me something.””
“What?””
Adrian’s voice dropped.
“He showed me the order.””
Dominic felt cold.
“What order?””
“The one Charles gave.””
A pause.
“The order to kill Father.””
Dominic stepped closer.
“Where is it?””
Adrian handed over the envelope.
Dominic opened it.
Inside was a document.
A single page.
A signature.
A payment record.
And one final instruction.
*Remove Alexander Vane permanently.*
At the bottom was a name.
Charles Vane.
Dominic stared.
After nineteen years, the truth was finally visible.
But then he noticed something else.
A second signature.
A witness signature.
Someone who approved the plan.
Someone who had known.
Someone who had helped hide it.
Dominic’s face changed.
“No.””
Marcus saw it.
“What?””
Dominic looked up.
His voice barely worked.
“The witness.””
Adrian stepped closer.
“Who?””
Dominic turned the page.
And there it was.
A name written beneath Charles Vane’s signature.
A name he had spent his entire life trusting.
A name that explained why every secret had survived.
Why every lie had been protected.
Why nobody wanted the truth exposed.
Eleanor Vane.
Adrian stared.
“That’s impossible.””
Dominic shook his head slowly.
“No.””
His voice became empty.
“It’s not.””
The house went silent.
Then Dominic’s phone rang.
Not a message.
A call.
The screen showed the caller.
*Mother.*
Everyone stared.
Dominic answered.
No one spoke for several seconds.
Then Eleanor whispered:
“Dominic.””
He looked at the document in his hand.
“You knew.””
A long pause.
Then:
“Yes.””
His heart sank.
“Why?””
Her voice broke.
“Because if I told you the truth nineteen years ago…”
Another pause.
“…you would have died too.””
Dominic froze.
“What?””
The line went silent.
Then Eleanor said the words that changed everything.
“Charles wasn’t trying to protect the secret.””
“He was trying to finish what he started.””
Dominic looked toward the dark hallway.
And suddenly he understood.
Charles had not disappeared.
He had not run.
He had been waiting.
Waiting for the last person who knew the truth.
Him.
Then Eleanor whispered:
“Dominic, listen to me.””
Her voice trembled.
“Charles is coming for you.””
The lights in the house went out.
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And somewhere outside…
a car door opened.
