Chapter 8 - The Global Broadcast
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The guests stared in horror at the glowing screens.
The videos they had recorded of my humiliation, of Chloe cutting my hair, of Brandon holding the syringe and threatening to kill me, were playing on an endless, high-definition loop across every monitor in the house.
"What is happening?!" Chloe screamed, dropping her cell phone as if it burned her hands.
"The network has been hacked," Brandon realized, his face glowing pale blue in the light of the screens.
He lunged toward the main television, trying to rip the power cord from the wall, but it was too late.
Lines of green text began scrolling at the bottom of the screens.
BROADCAST STATUS: LIVE. RECIPIENTS: 50,000+
My father's cyber division hadn't just hijacked the mansion's network. They were transferring the footage directly to every major news outlet, police database, and social media platform in the country. Every cruel word, every threat, and every illegal document was now exposed to the world.
Brandon stepped backward, staring at his own face on the screen as he threatened to inject me.
"No… impossible," Brandon muttered, his hands shaking violently. "The servers are encrypted... this is impossible!"
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Then, a deep, rumbling voice echoed from the shattered ruins of the mansion's massive oak front doors.
"Nothing is impossible when you underestimate the wrong family."
