Chapter 143
Aragon POV.
The photograph showed a figure that I recognized, a figure that made my heart sink like a stone in a deep ocean. It was a woman with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle with a mischievous glint, even in the stillness of the photograph, she was smiling but it was a sad smile, a smile that seemed to hold a thousand secrets and a deep, abiding sorrow.
As I gazed at the photograph. I felt a surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me.
Shock, anger, sadness and betrayal all swirled together in a toxic mix that made my head spin and my heart ache. I couldn’t believe that Victor had this photograph and he was showing it to me now.
Sapphire’s hand tightened around mine, a gentle squeeze that seemed to anchor me to the present moment, I felt her eyes on me, questioning, concerned and I knew that she was wondering what was going on. She didn’t know the history behind the woman in the picture, didn’t know the pain and the heartache that she represented.
Marvel’s expression was grim, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Victor
“What is this?” he growled. He was angry and I could sense the tension building in his body, like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.
Victor’s smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph, like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
This.” He said “is a photograph of the one person who can change everything” he paused letting the words sink in, like a slow–moving fog that seeped into every pore.
“The one person who can bring you to your knees, Aragon”
I felt a surge of unease as I stared at the photograph, my mind racing with questions. What did Victor mean? How could this woman change everything? I didn’t understand what he was getting at, didn’t understand why he was showing us this picture. But as I looked deeper into the photograph, I saw something that made my blood run cold. A glint of recognition, a spark of knowledge that seemed to leap from the photograph and strike me with the force of a lightning bolt.
And then, it hit me. A realization that made my world come crashing down around me. I knew who the woman in the photograph was. And I knew why Victor was showing it to us.
“It’s her,” I whispered. I felt a wave of emotions wash over me, a mix of shock, anger, sadness, and betrayal that threatened to consume me whole. I hadn’t seen my sister in years and hadn’t heard from her since she disappeared. And now, Victor was telling me that she was alive? Sapphire’s eyes widened in shock, and Marcel’s expression turned grim. Victor’s smile grew even wider, his eyes glinting with triumph.
“Ah, yes,” he said. “I see you recognize her. And I’m sure you’re wondering why I have this photograph.” He paused, letting the tension build, like a slow–moving storm that was gathering strength.
‘You see, Aragon, your sister has been working with me. She’s been helping me to bring you down.”
I felt a surge of anger and frustration, a mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me, what was Victor talking about?
Why would my sister work with him? I didn’t understand what Victor was telling me these lies, but as I looked deeper into his eyes, I saw something that made my blood run cold.
A glint of truth, a spray of knowledge that seemed to leap from his eyes and stroke me with the force of a lightning bolt.
Before I could ask him, he dropped another bombshell, a revelation that changed everything.
“She has been playing you all along.” He said.
“She has been pretending to be on your side but she has been working with me” Victor said.
This sounded like rubbish to me, he wasn’t straightforward, and I couldn’t believe whatever he was saying, wherever he got that picture from wasn’t my business, he could go to any length to get things done.
I felt like I had been punched in the gut. The air was knocked out of me, and I couldn’t breathe, my sister, working with Victor? It couldn’t be true. I refused to believe it. I felt a wave of denial wash over me, a desperate attempt to reject the truth that was staring me in the face.
But as I looked at Victor, I saw the truth in his eyes. He wasn’t lying. My sister was working with him. I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine, a sense of betrayal that threatened to consume me whole.
Sapphire’s hand tightened around mine, and I felt her eyes on me. She was trying to comfort me, but I couldn’t be comforted. Not now. Not when I had just leamed that my sister was working against me. I felt a surge of anger and hurt, a mix of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
Marcel’s expression was grim, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Victor. “You’re lying,” he growled. He was trying to defend me, to protect me from the truth. But it was too late. I already knew.
Victor just smiled. “I’m not lying,” he said. “And I have proof.” He pulled out a small folder from his pocket and handed it to Marcel. Marcel took it, ha eyes scamming the contents. As he read, his expression changed from anger to shock.
“What is this?” he whispered.
Victor’s smile grew wider. “It’s a document, signed by your sister, Aragon,” he said. “It’s a confession, of sorts. She admits to working with me, to helping me bring you down.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “She’s been playing you all along, Aragon. She’s been pretending to be on your
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