The Fall of Traitors

Third-Person POV

The atmosphere in Don Carlo's study was suffocating.

The soft hum of the security footage playing on his screen was the only sound in the room.

Kane and Hera stood side by side, their faces frozen in something between panic and disbelief.

Aiden sat across from them, his expression unreadable, his green eyes dark with quiet fury.

And Don Carlo?

The elder Creek patriarch leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin, his gaze fixed on the screen as the final seconds of betrayal unfolded.

The proof was undeniable.

Kane and Hera had planned this together.

The child wasn't Aiden's.

The empire had been stolen under false pretenses.

And now…

It was time to deal with the consequences.

Don Carlo exhaled sharply and leaned forward, pressing the pause button on the footage.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Then—