Chapter 58
~ Franklin ~
"He joined forces with me the moment I whispered the plan in his ear," Dorian sneered, his eyes gleaming with a manic sort of triumph. The arrogance in his tone was suffocating, filling the small side room with a stench of entitlement that made my skin crawl. He stood there, draped in a coat that cost more than most people made in a year, acting as if he had already won the crown.
"You're lying," my grandfather countered, though I could see the muscle jumping in his jaw. The tension between us was palpable, a decade-old rivalry finally reaching its boiling point in the shadows of our greatest celebration.
"Believe what you want, Frederick. But the reign of the Flemingtons ends now. All it takes is one press release—one look at the 'truth' behind your grandson's hollow marriage—and your stock prices will plummet faster than your reputation."
