Chapter 50: Going Public

The thing about taking down a king? You don't just swing a sword.You cut the stage out from under his feet and make sure the whole kingdom's watching when he falls.

That's exactly what we were about to do.

Liam and I holed up in a high-rise apartment borrowed from one of his "retired" contacts—someone who owed him enough favors not to ask questions.

While I sat at the window, watching the city flicker below like a hive of secrets, Liam worked like a hacker with a grudge.

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked without looking up, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Once it's out there, there's no going back."

I didn't hesitate. "He made me a weapon. It's only fair I turn that blade back on him."

Liam smirked. "You're getting good at this revenge thing. I'm almost proud."

"Almost?" I quipped, sipping my coffee.

"Don't push it, Vixen."

I handed him the drive. All of it—Project VIXEN, the financial records, the murder contracts, the bribes. Everything that Vale had spent years building, all in one neat little digital bomb.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Light it up."

He uploaded the files to every major news outlet, crime watch forum, dark web whistleblower board, and a curated list of Vale's enemies who'd been waiting for an excuse to sharpen their knives.

Within minutes, the world lit up.

Screens exploded with headlines:

"Underworld Kingpin Exposed by Anonymous Insider.""Project VIXEN: Manipulation, Murder, and Human Experiments?""The Rise and Fall of Damien Vale Begins."

My phone buzzed like it was possessed. Dozens of missed calls.One was from Vale.

I stared at it, letting it ring.

I wanted him to feel it—panic, betrayal, rage. The same cocktail he'd made me drink for years.

Liam leaned back, satisfied. "He's officially on fire."

"Let him burn," I said.

Because this wasn't just revenge anymore. This was justice—for me, for whoever else Vale had turned into puppets.

And it was only the beginning.