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CHAPTER 2 — THE GENERAL NEVER LOSES The silence inside the mansion became heavier than any scream. Colonel Marcus Reed never took his eyes off Derek. His grip remained firm against the younger man's collar, but his voice stayed calm. "You have exactly ten seconds to explain these bruises." Derek forced a laugh despite the fear spreading across his face. "She fell." Reed's expression never changed. "So she fell on both arms." Silence. "And somehow split her lip." Another silence. "And someone accidentally pulled out chunks of her hair." Derek swallowed. Before he could answer, Lila slowly descended the staircase, one painful step at a time. Every bruise became visible in the morning light. Purple fingerprints circled her wrists. Dark marks covered her ribs beneath the thin maternity sweater. Her swollen cheek was impossible to ignore. Colonel Reed released Derek immediately and crossed the room. He gently supported his daughter before she could lose her balance. "You should be at a hospital," he whispered. Lila tried to smile. "I wanted to stay alive until you got here." For the first time in years... The decorated Army Ranger closed his eyes. Only for one second. But everyone saw it. The man who had survived combat zones across three continents looked more shaken by his daughter's injuries than by any battlefield. Brooke rolled her eyes. "Oh please." "It wasn't that bad." "She's dramatic." Reed slowly turned toward her. His voice became ice. "You kicked a pregnant woman." Brooke folded her arms. "You can't prove that." "I don't need to." He reached into his pocket and placed his phone on the dining table. The screen displayed a live video call. A woman appeared. Middle-aged. Wearing nursing scrubs. "I've already spoken to emergency services," she said. "And to Child Protective Services." Brooke frowned. "What child?" "The unborn one." Her smile disappeared. Within minutes, paramedics entered the mansion. Then police officers. Then detectives from the domestic violence unit. Lila's injuries were photographed one by one. Every bruise. Every cut. Every fingerprint. When the female detective quietly asked if anyone had witnessed the abuse... Lila looked toward the hallway. The elderly housekeeper stood there trembling. She had worked for the family for eleven years. She lowered her head. Then stepped forward. "I saw everything." Derek's face turned white. "So did the gardener," she continued. "And the driver." "They were too afraid to speak." "Until today." One after another... Employees emerged from every corner of the house. The chef. The nanny. The groundskeeper. Each carrying years of silence. Each ready to testify. By noon... The mansion no longer belonged to Derek. It had become a crime scene. / Chapter 1 / 2 6

CHAPTER 3 — THE SECRET IN THE DEED

CHAPTER 3 — THE SECRET IN THE DEED

Derek still believed money could save him.

As detectives searched the house, he called his attorney.

"My wife is mentally unstable."

"She's trying to ruin me."

His lawyer arrived within an hour.

Expensive suit.

Expensive watch.

Expensive confidence.

Until Colonel Reed quietly slid a leather folder across the dining table.

"Read page twelve."

The lawyer frowned.

Then opened it.

His face drained of color.

He flipped faster.

Then faster still.

Finally, he looked at Derek with complete disbelief.

"You never read the ownership records?"

Derek blinked.

"What are you talking about?"

"The mansion."

"You don't own it."

"What?"

"You never did."

Everyone turned toward Lila.

She took a slow breath.

"When Mom died, my grandfather placed every family property into an irrevocable trust."

"My name became the beneficiary when I turned twenty-five."

Derek laughed nervously.

"That's impossible."

Lila quietly placed another document on the table.

The original deed.

Signed years before their wedding.

"The house..."

"The land..."

"The investment accounts that paid every mortgage..."

"They're all mine."

Brooke stumbled backward.

"No..."

Derek grabbed the papers with shaking hands.

"This has to be fake."

The lawyer slowly removed his glasses.

"It's authentic."

"And because domestic abuse occurred inside property solely owned by Mrs. Reed..."

He paused.

"You'll be removed immediately."

Police officers approached Derek.

One reached for the handcuffs.

"You are under arrest for felony domestic assault, unlawful imprisonment, and making credible threats against an unborn child."

Brooke suddenly screamed.

"I'm pregnant!"

The detective looked at her calmly.

"Congratulations."

"You're still under arrest for assault and conspiracy."

The cuffs clicked around both their wrists.

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Neither of them had anything left to say.

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