Part 3 – Ending
Marcus entered the underground control room beneath the mansion.
It was empty.
“No sign of them.”
He slammed his fist against a steel cabinet.
“They couldn’t disappear.”
One surviving gunman looked nervous.
“What if they escaped?”
Marcus shook his head.
“No.”
“The exits are covered.”
“They’re trapped.”
A voice echoed through the speakers overhead.
“No.”
Marcus froze.
Vincent.
Calm.
Clear.
Every monitor suddenly came alive.
Marcus stared.
Every hidden camera in the mansion was active again.
His own face appeared on twelve screens.
Behind him…
The remaining gunmen looked around in panic.
Marcus whispered,
“…Impossible.”
Vincent’s voice echoed again.
“You disabled the visible security system.”
“You never found the real one.”
Marcus slowly turned.
Hidden steel doors slammed shut around the underground room.
One.
Two.
Three.
Every exit locked.
“What did you do?”
Vincent answered without emotion.
“My grandfather trusted nobody.”
“So he built one final safeguard.”
Marcus fired at the doors.
Nothing happened.
Bullets sparked harmlessly against reinforced steel.
Then gas hissed softly from vents above.
The gunmen coughed.
Marcus covered his mouth.
“Tear the doors down!”
Nobody could.
Within seconds…
They collapsed unconscious.
Marcus fought longer.
Then his knees buckled.
Darkness.
Morning sunlight filled the mansion.
Police vehicles surrounded the estate.
Government agents arrived quietly.
No reporters.
No helicopters.
Everything happened in silence.
Exactly as powerful men preferred.
Marcus awoke handcuffed.
Across from him sat Elena.
Not wearing a maid’s uniform.
Instead…
She wore a dark suit.
An intelligence badge rested beside a thick file.
Marcus stared.
“You…”
She nodded.
“My assignment wasn’t to destroy your uncle.”
“It was to identify the traitor inside his organization.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“So this whole time…”
“I was watching everyone.”
“You included.”
Another door opened.
Vincent entered.
His shoulder was bandaged.
He looked older than yesterday.
Not weaker.
Just tired.
Marcus glared at him.
“You should’ve killed me.”
Vincent remained silent for a long moment.
“When your father died…”
“I promised I’d raise you like my own son.”
Marcus looked away.
“You taught me everything.”
“I did.”
“You taught me power.”
“I taught you loyalty.”
Marcus laughed.
“Loyalty doesn’t buy kingdoms.”
“No.”
Vincent replied quietly.
“But betrayal always destroys them.”
Marcus lowered his head.
For the first time…
He had nothing to say.
