Chapter 3 - THE BROTHER IN THE SHADOWS
Adrian did not answer immediately. The corridor seemed to tilt around him.
“That's impossible,” he said at last.
Vanessa gave a small shrug. “You buried an empty casket.”
Miles stepped between them. “That's enough.”
“No,” Adrian said. “Let her talk.”
Vanessa's gaze remained fixed on him. “Julian was never the reckless little boy you remember. He learned early that your father loved you more. You inherited the company, the estate, the name. Julian inherited a trust fund and a lecture about earning his place.”
“My father died when Julian was twenty-two.”
“And Julian spent the next year trying to prove he deserved more. He found investors. He built connections. He wanted a seat at the company. You refused.”
“Because he was selling company assets to shell firms.”
“Because you were afraid he'd be better at business than you.”
Adrian almost laughed. Julian had been charming, impulsive, and brilliant at convincing people to take risks with money that belonged to someone else. Their father had tried to teach him patience. Julian had interpreted every boundary as an insult.
“What does he want now?” Adrian asked.
“Control.”
“Of Blackwood Holdings?”
“Of everything.”
Vanessa admitted she had been in contact with Julian for almost a year. At first, she believed he only wanted Adrian removed from the board long enough to force a vote. She had provided schedules and access codes. She had told herself the plan was to frighten him, not kill him.
“Who tampered with the car?” Adrian asked.
“Julian's people.”
“And you knew?”
“I learned afterward.”
“You stayed quiet.”
“I was scared.”
“You were engaged to me.”
Vanessa's face tightened. “I was engaged to the man who owned half the city. Then you became a patient, and everyone expected me to spend my life pushing your chair.”
Adrian's hands curled into fists.
“You could have left.”
“I did leave.”
“You could have told the police.”
“And lose everything? Julian promised me shares, a house, a future. He said you would recover enough to live comfortably, but never enough to challenge him.”
The confession settled between them like dust.
Miles spoke into his earpiece. “Sir, we have movement at the north gate.”
“Who?”
“Unidentified vehicle. No headlights.”
Vanessa smiled faintly. “He's here.”
The guards moved toward the entrance. Adrian forced himself upright. His leg trembled, and he caught the wall.
Miles reached for him. “Don't.”
“Get me to the control room.”
“You can barely stand.”
“Then bring the wheelchair.”
The chair felt like a prison again, but Adrian knew the next move required a clear head more than pride. Miles pushed him through the corridor while the security team locked the estate.
In the control room, a camera showed a black SUV parked beyond the north gate. The driver stepped out. He wore a dark coat and held his hands where the cameras could see them.
The face was older, leaner, and marked by a pale scar near the jaw.
But it was Julian.
Adrian stared at the screen.
“Open the gate,” Julian said through the intercom. “It's time we stopped pretending.”
Miles looked at Adrian. “We can hold him outside.”
“No. Let him come in. But keep every camera recording.”
The gate opened. Julian walked up the drive as though returning from a short holiday. He entered the foyer and removed his gloves.
“Brother,” he said. “You look different.”
Adrian rolled forward. “You look dead.”
Julian smiled. “That was the idea.”
Vanessa stood behind him. For the first time, she looked uncertain.
Julian glanced at the wheelchair. “I see you haven't made as much progress as the rumors suggest.”
Adrian said nothing.
Julian placed a slim folder on the table. “Tomorrow morning, the board will vote to remove you on medical grounds. Walter has already agreed. By noon, I will be acting chairman.”
“Walter agreed?”
“He wants stability. He always has.”
Adrian studied his brother. “And what do you want?”
Julian's smile widened. “The company Father promised me.”
“Father never promised you the company.”
“He promised me a future.”
“You had one. You sold it.”
Julian's eyes hardened. “You always did know how to make a person feel small.”
He turned toward Vanessa. “Come on. We have work to do.”
Vanessa did not move.
Julian's smile disappeared. “I said come.”
Adrian watched her face. She was frightened now, but not of him.
“Tell him,” Adrian said.
Vanessa swallowed. “Julian, you said nobody would get hurt.”
Julian stepped toward her. “And nobody did. Adrian is still alive.”
“You told me the brakes would fail on the lower road.”
“They did.”
“You said the driver would survive.”
Julian's expression went cold. “Thomas was a complication.”
Adrian felt something inside him break.
Thomas had died in the crash.
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Julian looked at his brother and finally understood that he had said too much.
Then the foyer doors slammed shut behind him.
