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Chapter 8 - THE TAPE

Victoria backed against the vault door, clutching the ledger to her chest. "He recorded everything, didn't he? He kept evidence on you to make sure you never betrayed him!"

"Arthur was paranoid," Julian sneered, descending the stairs one step at a time. "He thought that tape was his insurance policy. But he didn't realize that after he died, I took control of everything he left behind. Hand it over, Victoria."

"No," she said firmly. "You destroyed my family. You made me believe my sister was dead for twenty years!"

"Your sister was weak!" Julian snapped. "And so are you. Give me the tape, or I will order my men at the safehouse to end Emily and her little brat right now."

Victoria’s heart stopped. "You know where they are?"

"I've known where Marcus was taking you since you left Ash Street," Julian chuckled, raising the gun. "Did you really think your driver was loyal to you? Who do you think pays his daughter's Ivy League tuition?"

Victoria felt the world crumble beneath her feet. Marcus—the man who had worked for her family for a decade—had betrayed them.

"Drop the ledger," Julian commanded.

Victoria lowered her hands slowly, stepping toward Julian as if to hand over the book. But as she reached the bottom step, she kicked out with all her force, striking the iron railing and slamming the heavy steel vault door straight into Julian's path.

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The iron door hit Julian with immense force, sending him tumbling backward down the stone steps. His gun clattered across the concrete floor.

Victoria didn't wait. She grabbed the gun, picked up the ledger and the tape, and ran into the rain.

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