CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
The narrow tunnel seemed to close in as the father’s unmasked voice still echoed from the console, his cold confession hanging in the air like the first faint traces of toxin hissing from the hidden vents.
The gentle penitent who had sat on the dock at sunrise calling them his blessing was gone.
In his place stood a man who had orchestrated decades of subtle control…swapping the triplet at birth, training Evelyn as the Victoria look-alike, using Sienna’s data, Isabella’s art, and even Mara’s quiet moments of comfort with Jax to test and shape loyalties.
Elena felt the revelation settle heavily in her chest. The betrayal she had sensed since the golden dawn had been father’s design all along, with her own weakened birth tying her blood even tighter to the triplet bo
