Chapter 3: Blood in the Family
Mason Vale arrived at midnight with two lawyers, three bodyguards, and the smile of a man who still believed blood made him untouchable.
He walked into Adrian’s office wearing a gray suit and a gold watch too bright for the room.
“Cousin,” Mason said. “I heard there was drama at the gala.”
Adrian stood behind his desk.
Eleanor sat beside Claire near the fireplace.
Mason’s eyes flickered toward the old woman.
A mistake.
Adrian noticed.
“You look disappointed to see her alive.”
Mason laughed.
“That’s a cruel thing to say.”
“Cruelty runs in the family.”
The lawyers stiffened.
Mason’s smile thinned.
“I came because Vivian called me in tears. She said your new waitress attacked her.”
Claire stood.
“She tried to hit Mrs. Black.”
Mason looked at Claire as if she were furniture.
“No one asked you.”
Adrian’s voice cut through the room.
“I did.”
Mason’s eyes returned to him.
For the first time, the smile weakened.
Adrian lifted the remote and played the recording.
No one moved.
Vivian appeared on-screen.
The fake waiter.
The syringe.
The medical pouch.
The vial.
Mason’s lawyers stopped breathing.
When the video ended, Adrian turned off the screen.
Mason clapped slowly once.
“Very dramatic.”
Adrian said nothing.
“You think that proves anything?” Mason continued. “A blurry video? A waiter no one knows? Vivian being emotional? Come on, Adrian.”
The office door opened.
Security dragged in the fake waiter.
His face was bruised, not from beating, but from fear. His shirt was soaked with sweat.
Mason’s confidence broke for half a second.
That was enough.
The waiter looked at Adrian and began talking before anyone asked.
“Mr. Vale paid me,” he blurted. “He said it wasn’t poison. He said it would only make her faint. He said nobody would check if she was old and sick.”
Mason lunged forward.
“You little—”
Adrian’s security stopped him immediately.
Eleanor stared at Mason, shattered.
“I held you when your mother died,” she whispered. “I paid for your school. I gave you a home.”
Mason’s face twisted.
“You gave Adrian everything.”
Eleanor’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice stayed steady.
“No. Adrian earned what he has. You only learned how to want.”
The words hit harder than a slap.
Mason stopped pretending.
His mask fell away completely.
“You were going to cut me out,” he hissed. “All of you act like I’m dirt under your shoes. But when she died, that trust opened. Vivian’s husband was ready to move money through his bank. We had buyers waiting. You have no idea how close I was.”
Adrian slowly stepped closer.
“No,” he said. “You have no idea how far you just fell.”
Police entered moments later.
Not Adrian’s men.
Real police.
Federal agents followed.
Claire later learned Adrian had already sent the recording, bank transfers, and the poisoned vial to authorities before Mason arrived. He had let Mason walk in only so he could hang himself with his own words.
As agents placed Mason in cuffs, he turned toward Claire.
“This is because of you.”
Claire met his eyes.
“No,” she said. “This is because of you.”
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For once, no one in the room corrected a waitress.
Because she was right.
