Chapter 15 - The Reveal
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The absolute silence in the room was deafening.
Dominic turned his gaze from the Senator to Bethany, who stood trembling, her mouth open in sheer, uncomprehending shock.
“You wanted an announcement tonight, Bethany,” Dominic stated, his voice echoing with lethal authority. “Consider this my toast.”
He pulled Charlene closer to his side, his hand resting proudly and protectively over the swell of her pregnant stomach.
“This woman,” Dominic declared, looking out over the sea of terrified guests, “is not a maid. She is Charlene Hamilton. We were married quietly in a private ceremony five months ago. She is carrying my heir. She is the undisputed queen of this empire, and the only woman who will ever rule this house.”
A collective, synchronized gasp ripped through the ballroom. Socialites covered their mouths. Rival mob bosses stared in stunned disbelief.
Bethany let out a shrill, hysterical shriek.
“You’re lying!” Bethany screamed, tears of pure humiliation streaming down her face. “You’re doing this to humiliate me! She’s just a whore you picked up in an alley!”
Dominic’s expression darkened into an abyss of pure violence.
“Vincent,” Dominic commanded softly.
Vincent Moretti stepped out of the shadows, flanked by ten heavily armed men in dark suits who raised submachine guns, aiming them directly at the ceiling. The message was clear. Nobody was leaving.
“For the past eight months,” Dominic continued, his voice terrifyingly calm, “I have allowed you to play house in my mansion, Bethany. I allowed your corrupt father to believe he held my leash. Because I needed time to secure an alliance with the Irish syndicate.”
He looked toward Declan O'Rourke, who stood near the bar, grinning wickedly as he raised a glass of whiskey in a silent toast.
“The treaty is signed,” Dominic announced. “I no longer need the political cover of a corrupt Senator. The illusion is officially over.”
Senator Garcia stumbled backward, clutching his chest, realizing his entire career and criminal empire had just been outmaneuvered by a mastermind.
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“You can't do this, Hamilton!” the Senator yelled desperately. “The Petrovs will slaughter you! They have the police in their pocket!”
“The Petrovs are currently burning in their warehouses,” Dominic smiled grimly. “My strike teams initiated the assault ten minutes ago. Vladimir Petrov is already dead.”
