Chapter 6 - The Blood Pact
"My name is Clover," I spat out, glaring at the woman.
She smiled, but the expression did not reach her mismatched eyes.
"I am your aunt, Eleanor," she explained, taking a seat behind a massive mahogany desk.
"Your father was my brother, the previous head of the family."
She gestured toward Luke, who was rocking Brucie with a stiff, guarded posture.
"When your father died, the syndicate demanded a pureblood leader."
Eleanor poured herself a glass of amber liquid.
"Luke was the next in line, but he lacked the genetic marker."
She pointed a manicured finger at my daughter.
"That child possesses the marker."
"She is the rightful heir to an empire worth billions."
I looked at Luke, feeling a wave of absolute disgust.
"You knew?" I asked him, my voice trembling.
"You sought me out just to breed an heir?"
Luke wouldn't meet my gaze, staring stubbornly at the floor.
"It was the only way to secure his place in the family," Eleanor answered for him.
"But now that the child is here, Luke has served his purpose."
She pressed a button under her desk.
Four armed guards immediately stepped into the room.
"Take my son down to the incinerator," Eleanor ordered without a hint of emotion.
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Luke finally looked up, his face pale with sudden realization.
His own mother had just ordered his execution.
