Chapter 10: The Brother Who Never Died
Chapter 10: The Brother Who Never Died
The name remained on the screen.
MICHAEL LAURENT.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Because the name carried a history buried deeper than any secret revealed tonight.
Michael Laurent.
The forgotten brother.
The missing heir.
The man whose existence had been erased from the Laurent family records.
For thirty years, the world believed he was dead.
But now his face appeared on every screen in the building.
Alive.
Watching.
Controlling everything.
Isabella stared at the screen.
“Another Laurent…”
Her voice was barely audible.
“How many more secrets are there?”
Nobody answered.
Because everyone was asking the same question.
How could one family contain so many hidden wars?
Richard Laurent’s face appeared again on the video call.
For the first time tonight, he looked genuinely afraid.
Not nervous.
Not worried.
Afraid.
“Michael.”
The name left his mouth like a warning.
A voice from the speakers responded.
“Hello, brother.”
The room froze.
Richard closed his eyes.
A lifetime of memories seemed to pass across his face.
“You should have stayed hidden.”
Michael laughed.
“And you should have stayed dead.”
The sentence shocked everyone.
Isabella looked at the screen.
“Why?”
Her voice caught their attention.
“Why did everyone disappear?”
The room became quiet.
Michael answered.
“Because your family built an empire on a lie.”
Richard looked down.
Isabella turned toward him.
“Is that true?”
Richard hesitated.
That hesitation hurt more than any confession.
“Dad…”
Richard finally spoke.
“Yes.”
The answer shattered the last piece of Isabella’s certainty.
“Yes, our family made mistakes.”
Michael interrupted.
“Mistakes?”
His voice became colder.
“You call destroying lives a mistake?”
The screens changed.
Images appeared.
Families.
Companies.
People who had lost everything.
“Alexander Laurent built an empire.”
Michael continued.
“Richard tried to fix it.”
A pause.
“But I understood something they never did.”
The screen showed old financial networks.
“Power does not belong to those who deserve it.”
A pause.
“It belongs to those willing to take it.”
Elena looked at the screen.
“You created Project Eclipse.”
Michael smiled.
“Finally.”
He looked at her.
“The woman who always believed she could save everyone.”
Elena’s expression hardened.
“You used innocent people.”
“No.”
Michael shook his head.
“I used ambitious people.”
His eyes moved toward Adrian.
“And some people were very easy to control.”
Adrian looked uncomfortable.
“You said I would become powerful.”
Michael laughed.
“You became useful.”
The words hit Adrian.
Because he finally understood.
He was never the player.
Only a piece.
“You promised me Laurent Holdings.”
Michael replied:
“I promised you what you wanted.”
A pause.
“I never promised you would keep it.”
Adrian’s face turned dark.
For the first time, everyone saw something unexpected.
Adrian wasn’t loyal.
He wasn’t fearless.
He was just another victim.
Isabella looked at him.
“You ruined my life for him?”
Adrian looked away.
No answer.
That was answer enough.
Michael continued.
“Tonight was designed perfectly.”
The screens showed the rooftop.
Every guest.
Every camera.
Every entrance.
“I knew Elena would come.”
“I knew Richard would reveal himself.”
“I knew Thomas would appear.”
“And I knew Adrian would bring everyone together.”
Elena’s expression changed.
“You planned everything.”
“Yes.”
Michael smiled.
“Even the humiliation.”
He looked at Isabella.
“The bride being mocked.”
“The woman in black.”
“The secrets.”
“The betrayal.”
“Everything.”
Isabella felt a chill.
“So my wedding…”
Michael interrupted.
“Was never a wedding.”
A pause.
“It was a gathering.”
The room became silent.
A terrible realization spread.
Every powerful person invited tonight had a connection.
Every guest.
Every executive.
Every billionaire.
They were not witnesses.
They were targets.
Michael continued:
“You all built this world.”
The screen showed the guests.
“Now you will watch it collapse.”
Suddenly, one by one, notifications appeared on phones.
Bank accounts.
Company shares.
Investment portfolios.
People began shouting.
“My accounts are frozen!”
“My company stocks are dropping!”
“What is happening?”
Chaos erupted.
Michael watched calmly.
“The first stage has begun.”
Thomas stepped forward.
“You cannot control everything.”
Michael smiled.
“Actually, I already do.”
He pressed something.
The screens changed.
A list appeared.
Names.
Assets.
Ownership transfers.
The guests went silent.
Because they saw their own information.
Michael had access to everything.
Elena immediately checked her system.
Her face changed.
“No…”
Isabella looked at her.
“What?”
“He copied the Rivera security network.”
Thomas looked shocked.
“That’s impossible.”
Elena shook her head.
“No one should be able to access it.”
Michael’s voice came through.
“Your father taught me.”
Elena froze.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
Michael smiled.
“Thomas Rivera was not the only genius in your family.”
Thomas looked furious.
“You betrayed everyone.”
Michael laughed.
“Betrayal?”
He leaned closer to the camera.
“No.”
A pause.
“Evolution.”
The room became darker.
Then Isabella noticed something.
A small detail.
The camera angle.
The location behind Michael.
A familiar painting.
She had seen it before.
At Laurent Manor.
Her father’s private office.
She stepped closer.
“Wait.”
Everyone looked at her.
“That room…”
Richard looked confused.
“What?”
Isabella pointed at the screen.
“That painting.”
Michael turned slightly.
Isabella’s heart raced.
“That’s from my father’s office.”
Silence.
Michael smiled.
“Good.”
He looked impressed.
“You really are Richard’s daughter.”
Isabella stared.
“You’re inside Laurent Manor.”
Michael did not answer.
But he didn’t need to.
Everyone understood.
The person controlling everything was not far away.
He was close.
Very close.
Then another door opened behind Michael.
A shadow appeared.
Everyone watched.
Because someone walked into the room.
Someone Michael clearly respected.
Someone who should not have been there.
The figure stepped into the light.
Isabella’s face turned completely white.
Because she knew him.
Everyone knew him.
The man who had arranged the wedding.
The man who had introduced Adrian.
The man who had smiled beside Isabella all night.
The man who had acted like an innocent guest.
The person who had been watching everything from the beginning.
The screen revealed his face.
Richard Laurent.
Not the Richard on the video call.
Another Richard.
A second one.
Impossible.
Isabella looked at the two screens.
Two fathers.
Two Richards.
Her voice trembled.
“Which one of you is my real father?”
Nobody answered.
And then Michael spoke.
“Now…”
A pause.
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“Let the family finally meet itself.”
End of Chapter 10
