The tension in the mansion was palpable, a thick cloud of mistrust and danger that refused to dissipate. After escaping Victor and securing the will, Damien and I returned to the study in the main wing to regroup. The precious documents lay spread out before us on the desk, and while we now had the evidence to challenge the Blackwood family, a lingering sense of unease gnawed at me.
Damien stood by the window, his profile sharp in the moonlight filtering through the curtains. He was silent, but his hands were clenched into fists at his sides—a telltale sign that his thoughts were anything but calm.
"What now?" I asked, my voice quiet but resolute.
"We go public," Damien replied, turning to face me. His jaw was set, his dark eyes burning with determination. "We expose Victor for the fraud he is. These documents are enough to dismantle his control and prove your mother's claim to the inheritance."
