My Brother Paid Me $200k A Year To Forget What He Did To Our Sister On Sub-Level 4
👉 Previous Decision: Marcus suffered a neurological overload and collapsed during the electrical surge.
Sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder as emergency crews responded to the transformer explosion at OmniTech. The building, a dark silhouette against the lightning-streaked sky, was a scene of chaos.
Syndicate enforcers, their faces grim, melted away into the tumultuous night. OmniTech, their front operation, was ruined, exposed. They abandoned the Sub-Level 4 facility, scattering to avoid federal attention, leaving behind the wreckage of Marcus’s ambition.
Paramedics, moving with urgency, wheeled Marcus out on a gurney. His clothes were singed, his face pale and slack. He was conscious, breathing, his eyes open and staring blankly at the ceiling. But there was no recognition, no thought, no flicker of his former self. He had the exact same hollow, vacant gaze that Maya had carried for five long years.
I stood outside the police cordon, the rain washing over me, mingling with the tears I hadn’t realized I was shedding. The dark stains on the pavement, remnants of the storm’s fury, were slowly diluted and swept away.
Uncle Stefan, his old face streaked with rain, pushed through the crowd. He didn’t say a word, just quietly took my hand, his grip frail but firm. His eyes, filled with a profound sorrow, met mine. He knew. We both knew. The price of truth had been paid, and it was devastating.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 17 to continue the story
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