Chapter 4 - The Arrival of the TitanBefore Ethan could shout another word, heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed across the marble foyer outside the living room.
The double mahogany front doors of the estate were thrown open with a sharp, echoing CLANG.
Stepping into the living room, flanked by four broad-shouldered private security operators in dark suits, was a tall, silver-haired man in a bespoke navy suit: Lord Arthur Sterling—the eighty-year-old billionaire patriarch of Sterling Global and my real biological father.
Beside him walked Lead Prosecutor Rachel Vance from the United States Attorney’s Office.
When Lord Arthur Sterling saw me standing beside the coffee table—taking in my dark hair, my hazel eyes, and the fine facial structure that mirrored his late wife's portrait—a raw, shuddering sob broke from his chest.
He took three fast, trembling steps forward, dropping his cane onto the carpet, reaching his broad, calloused hands toward my face.
"Victoria..." Arthur wept softly, his voice thick with thirty years of heartbreak. "My baby girl... my God... you're alive..."
I looked into the eyes of my real father, feeling an ancient, unbroken warmth surge through my chest. "Father..."
Arthur wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, holding me close against his chest, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. "I searched every corner of this world for you, Victoria. I never gave up."
When Arthur turned his dark obsidian eyes toward Richard and Eleanor, the paternal warmth vanished, replaced by an apocalyptic, freezing disdain that dropped the room's temperature below zero.
"Richard Miller," Lord Sterling spoke, his baritone booming through the house like thunder. "You stole my daughter. You concealed her identity, stole her trust fund dividends, and allowed your worthless son to abuse her under your roof."
Richard Miller fell flat onto his knees right on the carpet floorboards before Arthur's feet, weeping in total, groveling defeat.
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"Lord Sterling! Please!" Richard wept, pressing his forehead against the floor. "We saved her life after the accident! We took care of her!"
"You didn't take care of her, Richard," Arthur corrected flatly. "You treated my heiress like a servant while using her inheritance to pay for your son's country club memberships."
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