Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Who Did You Sell Him To?

(Author’s POV)

Marcus stood in the hospital room, his imposing figure blocking the exit.

He didn’t waste time with pleasantries or explanations.

He simply stared at Theron with cold, dead eyes.

“If you don’t want to experience a world of pain right here and now,” Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous, “you will get up and move.”

“You’ll understand what Alpha Theodore wants when we arrive.”

Theron, despite his earlier bluster, fell silent.

He smoothed his hospital gown, a flicker of calculation in his eyes.

He didn’t resist further.

In his mind, this entire dramatic scene was just another one of Theodore’s tantrums.

He believed his son was acting out, starving for attention just like his late mother used to.

*He’s just lashing out at Isla and me to feel important,* Theron thought dismissively.

He despised the boy, and he despised the mother who bore him, but he knew how to play the game.

He convinced himself that this was a negotiation.

If he showed a little “fatherly tolerance” now, if he bowed his head just a son, Theodore would

calm down.

Then, the money would flow again.

The luxury would return.

Theron straightened his back, convincing himself he was still the one in control of the board.

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An hour later, the black SUV pulled up to the secluded stone pavilion.

Marcus hauled Theron and Isla out of the car and marched them toward the waiting figures.

Amelia sat on a cold stone bench, her legs crossed elegantly.

A surgical scalpel danced between her slender fingers, the blade catching the sunlight and

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throwing sharp glints of light.

She looked up as they approached, her expression bored.

“You’re too slow,” she drawled, stopping the spinning blade. “I was getting tired of waiting.”

Her sapphire eyes shifted to the trembling girl beside Theron.

“Oh? The princess joined us?” Amelia’s lips curled into a dangerous smile.

“Isla is here too. How wonderful.”

She stood up slowly, the scalpel held loosely in her hand.

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“A pathetic family reunion,” she mused. “It saves us time. We can take out all the trash at once.”

Isla blinked, her eyes adjusting to the scene before her.

Then she saw him.

Kneeling beside Theodore’s wheelchair was a figure she barely recognized.

He was covered in blood, his clothes torn, his face a mask of agony.

“Oh my god!” Isla screamed, her hands flying to her mouth.

“Is that Ronan? What did you do to him?!”

She whipped her head toward Theodore, her fear turning into shrill accusation.

“You psycho! Why is he

on the ground like a dog?”

The battered man on the ground jerked his head up

His eyes were wide with sheer terror as he looked at Isla.

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“Shut up!” the fake Ronan hissed, his voice cracking “Don’t say word!”

He was terrified that her shrieking would provoke the demons standing above him.

Isla recoiled, confused and terrified by her brother’s reaction.

She realized suddenly how isolated this place was

The wind rustled the trees, masking any scream.

Fear gripped her heart, and she scrambled behind Theron, clutching his arm for protection.

Amelia sighed loudly, digging a finger into her ear as if pained by the noise.

“Shut up, Isla,” Amelia barked, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

“You’re ruining the atmosphere.”

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She took a step forward, her eyes darkening.

“Unless you want to volunteer to be the first one on the chopping block?”

The killing intent in Amelia’s gaze was palpable, heavy and suffocating.

Isla felt like a hand had squeezed her throat.

She clamped her mouth shut instantly, trembling like a leaf.

Theron stepped in front of his daughter, trying to summon the authority of an elder.

“Theodore!” he shouted, pointing a shaking finger at his son.

“Abusing your own brother? Assaulting your biological father?”

“You are an Abomination!” Theron spat the word.

“You have violated the most sacred laws of our kind!”

Theodore watched his father’s performance with eerie calmness.

He sat in his wheelchair, his hands resting on his lap, immovable as a mountain.

“Are you angry, Theron?” Theodore asked softly.

“Of course I am angry!” Theron roared, his face flushing red.

The corners of Theodore’s lips twitched upward.

It was a smile that didn’t reach his eyes–a smile that promised nightmares.

“I think,” Theodore said, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper, “that I should be the

“I have been lied to for twenty–one years.”

He raised a hand and pointed a long finger at the man kneeling in the dust.

A low, vibrating growl emanated from Theodore’s chest.

It was Logan, his wolf, surfacing with a rage that shook the air.

“The deception started the moment you sent my brother away.”

Theodore leaned forward, his golden eyes locking onto Theron’s.

“That thing on the ground is not my brother.”

Theron’s face went pale, the blood draining from his cheeks.

But he held his ground, his arrogance acting as a shield.

“Nonsense!” Theron denied loudly. “That is Ronan! You are speaking madness!”

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angry one.”

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Theodore didn’t blink.

“He has already confessed everything,” Theodore said, cutting through the lies.

“So tell me, father.”

The word ‘father‘ dripped with venom.

“Who did you sell my real brother to? Like he was nothing but livestock?”

Theron took a step back, shaking his head violently.

“You’re crazy,” he stammered. “You’re making this up to hurt me!”

Theodore’s expression went completely cold.

He had run out of patience.

He turned his head slightly to look at Amelia.

No words were exchanged.

None were needed.

Amelia reached into her bag and pulled out a dark, leather roll.

She placed it on the stone table and unrolled it slowly.

Inside, arranged in perfect order, were silver instruments of torture.

They gleamed menacingly in the daylight.

Amelia’s slender fingers trailed over the cold metal.

She bypassed the smaller blades and picked up a heavy, five–inch silver spike.

The shaft was thick, and the tip was serrated with cruel barbs.

She held it up, inspecting it with a cruel, captivating smile.

“Use this one, Theo,” she said, her voice soft and intimate.

She walked over and placed the heavy spike into Theodore’s hand.

Her fingertips lingered on his skin, a stark contrast to the violence she was proposing.

“It has barbs,” she explained casually. “Pulling it out will hurt much more than putting it in.”

Theodore looked at the spike, then at Amelia.

Approval shone in his eyes.

He handed the spike to Marcus.

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The fake Ronan saw the silver weapon and began to wail.

“No! No, please! I told you everything!”

Marcus didn’t hesitate.

Two bodyguards slammed the imposter’s hand against the stone floor, pinning his palm flat.

Marcus raised the spike.

*Thud!*

With a sickening crunch, he drove the silver spike through the center of the man’s hand.

It pierced flesh, bone, and struck the stone beneath!

*Sizzle.*

The sound of silver burning werewolf flesh filled the silence.

“AAAAHHH!”

A scream of pure agony tore from the fake Ronan’s throat, echoing through the trees.

Isla shrieked and covered her eyes, her knees buckling.

The smell of burning flesh wafted through the air.

Theron stared at the gruesome sight, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He realized, finally, that Theodore was not acting out.

He was executing judgment.

Theodore watched the man writhe for a moment, then turned his golden gaze back to Theron.

“Theron,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Are you still not going to tell me who you sold him to?”

Theron couldn’t speak; his jaw worked uselessly.

“Fine,” Theodore said.

“If you don’t speak, the next silver spike goes into your precious daughter’s face.”

Amelia picked up another spike from the kit.

She tossed it lightly in the air and caught it.

Her sapphire eyes locked onto Isla’s face, tracing the skin where the metal would pierce.

Isla saw the look in Amelia’s eyes.

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She saw the blood on the ground.

She broke.

She grabbed her father’s arm, digging her nails into his suit jacket.

“Dad!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t want a spike in my face! Tell him!”

She shook Theron violently, her voice shrill with panic.

“Quick! Tell him who you sold him to! Please!”

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