Chapter 240
Iris’s POV
I stared at Thomas, struggling to reconcile this cold, calculating man with the meek uncle I’d known my entire life. His entire demeanor had changed–the hunched shoulders now straight, the apologetic smile replaced by a predatory gleam, his formerly nervous hands now confidently twirling that silver knife. It was like watching a mask slip away to reveal a complete stranger.
“You look confused,” Thomas said, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Everyone always thought I was the pathetic younger brother, always in your father’s shadow.”
I kept my face carefully blank despite the storm of emotions raging inside. My wrists ached from the bindings, but I needed to keep him talking, needed to understand just how deep this betrayal went.
“So that car accident wasn’t an accident at all,” I said, my voice steadier than I expected.
Thomas’s eyes lit up with an unsettling excitement. “Your father was so predictable. Always took the same mountain route
when returning from the northern territory meetings.” He leaned closer, like he was sharing a secret with a friend. “Do you
know how easy it is to tamper with brake lines? Just a small cut–nothing that would fail immediately. I needed it to
happen at exactly the right spot on that winding road.”
My stomach churned as he spoke, but I forced myself to memorize every word. This monster had killed my father, and I
was going to make sure he paid for it.
“I watched from the ridge above,” Thomas continued, his voice taking on a dreamy quality that made my skin crawl. “The timing was perfect. Your father’s car started to lose control right at the sharpest curve. And then- He made a dramatic gesture with his hands. “Down into the ravine it went.”
“And the other driver?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “The one in the car that supposedly hit him?”
Thomas waved dismissively. “Some human I paid. Told him it was for a movie stunt. He laughed, the sound echoing through the warehouse. “The idiot had no idea he was going over that cliff too.”
“You killed an innocent person just to cover your tracks?” I couldn’t keep the disgust from my voice.
“Collateral damage,” he shrugged. “And worth it for the perfect crime. Everyone thought it was just another tragic mountain accident. No one questioned a thing.”
While he was talking, I carefully scanned the warehouse, noting the exits–one main door where Catherine and Kim had left, and a smaller side door partially hidden behind stacked crates: High windows lined one wall, too small for escape but possibly useful for signaling. I counted two armed guards by the main entrance, both fooking bored.
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My attention snapped back to Thomas when he approached, his face inches from mine.
“You know what the best part was?” His breath smelled of cigarettes as he whispered, “I was the one who consoled
Catherine at the funeral. I was the one who promised to take care of the family. All while knowing I’d orchestrated the
whole thing. His smile widened. “That’s what real power feels like, Iris.”
The sound of an engine outside caught both our attention. Thomas’s head whipped toward the window, his confident
expression faltering.
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