The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330

Aria’s POV

My father’s face contorted with rage. He lunged for my phone, but I was ready, stepping back and holding it away. The evidence of Victoria’s confession about my mother’s murder–and his involvement–was safely backed up, just as I’d claimed. I watched as comprehension dawned on his face, followed by something I’d never seen there before: fear.

“You’re lying,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You’ve always been too dramatic, just like your mother.”

The comparison to my mother, especially now, ignited something primal within me. “Don’t you dare speak of her. Not after what you did.”

William Harper, the man I’d called father for twenty–four years, crossed the space between us with shocking speed. His fingers found my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to make me gasp. I clawed at his hands, shocked by the sudden violence from a man who’d always

maintained such a controlled public image.

“Where is Victoria?” he demanded, his voice trembling with rage. “What have you done with my wife?”

Black spots danced at the edges of my vision as his grip tightened. The irony wasn’t lost on me, even as I struggled for air. How perfectly the circle had closed–from poisoning my mother to strangling me. The Harper family legacy of violence.

“You see,” I managed to rasp out, “you’re getting… exactly what you deserve. Is this… how mother felt… when she was dying? Struggling…

for breath?”

Something in my words must have struck home. His eyes widened fractionally, but his fingers only tightened further. The black spots multiplied, my lungs burning for oxygen.

“Father, please…” I gasped, not in supplication but accusation. The word ‘father‘ tasted like poison on my tongue.

The door to the study crashed open. Elsa stood frozen in horror at the threshold. “Mr. Harper! Stop!” she screamed, rushing forward.

But it wasn’t Elsa who saved me. A mountain of a man appeared behind her–Roman, Devon’s head of security. He moved with surprising grace for someone his size, crossing the room in three long strides and wrenching my father’s hands from my throat.

William struggled against Roman’s iron grip, his face purple with rage. “Get your hands off me! This is my house! I’ll have you arrested!”

Roman barely seemed to notice my father’s struggles as he efficiently secured William’s arms behind his back. “Harper sir, assaulting your daughter is a felony,” he said, his voice coldly professional. “Especially with witnesses present.”

My father’s eyes darted to Elsa, who stood trembling by the doorway, her hands covering her mouth in horror. For the first time, uncertainty flickered across his face.

I massaged my throat, feeling the tender spots that would surely bruise by morning. Each breath rasped painfully, but I forced myself to stand straight, refusing to show weakness.

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“We’re done here,” I said, my voice hoarse but steady. “We’re done forever, Father.”

William’s struggle against Roman’s hold ceased abruptly. “Aria, be reasonable,” he said, his tone shifting to one I recognized well–the voice he used to close business deals. “Victoria is clearly unstable. She’s been making wild accusations. I need to speak with her, to

understand what’s going on.”

I almost laughed at the transparent attempt. “What’s going on is that Victoria confessed to poisoning my mother with rare heavy metals- metals that you provided. What’s going on is that the two of you murdered my mother so you could be together.”

“That’s preposterous,” he blustered, but I could see the truth in his eyes.

“You have three days,” I said, gathering my purse from where I’d dropped it during our struggle.

“Three days for what?” he asked, wary now.

“To turn yourself in. To confess to what you and Victoria did.” I moved toward the door, each step deliberate despite the pain in my throat. “After that, every piece of evidence–Victoria’s confession, Mom’s journals documenting her symptoms, the financial records showing your purchases of those specific metals–goes to the district attorney.”

“You wouldn’t,” he breathed. “You’d destroy the Harper name. Your own name.”

I paused at the threshold, looking back at the stranger who had raised me. “Choose, Father. A dignified confession and guilty plea, or watch the Harper empire crumble in the biggest scandal Manhattan has seen in decades.” I straightened my shoulders. “Either way, I’ll be building something new from the ashes–something that doesn’t carry your poison.”

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