Chapter 9: The Betrayal Inside the House
The name on Samuel Carter’s phone changed everything.
He didn’t have to say it out loud.
The look on Damon’s face told me he already knew.
His hands tightened around the steering wheel as we drove back to the estate. The city lights passed by the windows, but Damon wasn’t seeing any of them.
He was somewhere else.
Somewhere in the past.
Trying to understand how the person closest to him could have been the one who destroyed his family.
“Damon,” I said quietly.
He didn’t answer.
I looked at Samuel in the back seat.
He looked older than he had an hour before.
“What name was on that phone?”” I asked.
Samuel looked down.
“Your uncle.””
The words landed like a stone.
Damon finally spoke.
“No.””
His voice was almost a whisper.
“My uncle was there the night my father died?””
Samuel nodded.
“Charles King knew about everything.””
I knew the name.
Everybody in the city knew Charles King.
Marcus’s younger brother.
The man who helped build King Enterprises.
The man who stood beside Damon at family events.
The man who gave speeches after Marcus died about honoring his brother’s legacy.
A man who had spent years pretending to mourn.
Damon pulled into the estate driveway and sat there.
The engine remained running.
Nobody moved.
“My uncle loved my father.””
Samuel looked at him.
“Your uncle loved what your father built.””
That was the difference.
A painful one.
Damon finally turned off the car.
When we walked inside, Major immediately lifted his head.
The old dog sensed something was wrong.
He stood slowly and walked toward Damon.
Damon dropped to his knees and held him.
For a moment, he was not a businessman.
Not an heir.
Not a powerful man with enemies.
He was just a son who lost his father.
And now he had to accept that someone who shared his blood had helped take him away.
Victor arrived shortly after.
When Damon told him, Victor closed his eyes.
“I was afraid of this.””
Damon looked at him.
“You knew?””
“I suspected.””
The room became tense.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
Victor looked at the floor.
“Because suspicion destroys families. Evidence saves them.””
That was the kind of answer only someone who had spent decades around powerful people could give.
Damon paced across the room.
“My father trusted him.””
“Yes.””
“He was family.””
Victor nodded.
“And that’s exactly why Marcus never saw the betrayal coming.””
The investigation moved quickly after that.
Victor found financial records connecting Charles King to Richard Laurent.
Not directly.
Not in a way that would immediately put him behind bars.
But enough to show they had been working together.
Charles didn’t want to destroy the King name.
He wanted to own it.
The bombing had removed Marcus.
The marriage between Damon and Camille would have transferred control.
And if Damon resisted?
Charles would have been waiting.
The entire plan had been designed around one idea.
Control.
I stood in the office doorway as Damon looked through the evidence.
“You okay?””
He smiled sadly.
“That’s becoming your favorite question.””
“Because you keep needing it.””
He looked at me.
“You know what hurts the most?””
I waited.
“I spent my whole life thinking the enemy was outside the walls.””
He looked around the room.
“But the whole time, they were sitting at my table.””
I understood that pain.
Not because I knew what it felt like to lose an empire.
But because I knew what it felt like to discover the people you trusted had hidden pieces of your own story.
Damon picked up one of the documents.
“We need Charles.””
“We need proof.””
He nodded.
“And we need him to think he’s winning.””
That was the moment I saw something change in Damon.
The grief was still there.
The anger was still there.
But something else had returned.
His father’s strategy.
His father’s patience.
The next day, Damon did something nobody expected.
He announced publicly that the investigation into Marcus King’s death had uncovered new information.
But he didn’t reveal Charles’s name.
Instead, he made it appear that he was focusing entirely on Richard Laurent.
It was a trap.
And Charles walked right into it.
Within hours, Charles contacted Damon.
“Son.””
I hated how easily he used that word.
Damon put the call on speaker.
“You wanted to talk?””
Charles sounded calm.
Too calm.
“I heard you’re making mistakes.””
Damon leaned back.
“What kind of mistakes?””
“Trusting the wrong people.””
I felt my stomach tighten.
Charles continued.
“Your father was too emotional. He cared too much about loyalty.””
Damon’s face remained expressionless.
“And you don’t?””
A pause.
Then Charles laughed.
“Damon, your father was a great man. But great men fall because they refuse to accept reality.””
Damon looked at Victor.
The recording was running.
“Is that what happened to him?””
Silence.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Charles had heard the question.
And he understood.
“You need to be careful.””
Damon smiled slightly.
“No.””
His voice changed.
“You do.””
The call ended.
Victor looked at the recording.
“That was almost a confession.””
Almost.
But almost was not enough.
We needed the truth.
The complete truth.
And Charles was about to give it to us.
Because people who believe they are smarter than everyone else always make the same mistake.
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They talk too much.
And Charles King was about to prove it.
