Revenge on The Billionaire

“Marcus,” he said, his tone cutting through the silence, “I have begged you to come back to the Blackwells, but you’ve bluntly refused. You know too much. You carry secrets that belong to us. If you won’t be one of us, then you’ll be out of this world.” The cold metal gleamed under the dim light of the living room lamp as Dominic Sebastian leveled his gun at Marcus Cruz and his wife, Nora. His voice was steady, almost casual, as though he wasn’t about to end two lives in the space of a heartbeat. Nora’s hands shook as she instinctively stepped in front of her husband. “Please, Dominic,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, “this doesn’t have to happen. He’s done with that life. He’s a husband, he has a family now, please I beg of you Dominic Let him go.” Marcus pushed her gently aside, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on Dominic’s. “Don’t beg him, Nora. That’s what he wants. Power over us.” He squared his shoulders, meeting Dominic’s cold stare. “You bastard. I know you only need me because I am valuable to you but that’s over. I’m a changed man. I’ve got a family and I will not let my children grow up seeing their father as an evil man or a gangster whose hands are stained with blood. So if you came here to kill me, then kill me, because I will rather die than return to the Blackwells.” From upstairs, behind the cracked curtain of her bedroom window, Lily Cruz pressed her trembling fingers against the glass where her parents hid her. She didn’t understand everything, but she understood enough. Dominic Sebastian had come for her father and he wasn’t going to leave without blood. Dominic tilted his head, as if amused by Marcus’s sudden burst of courage. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his gun not because of mercy, but to hand it over. He turned to the boy standing behind him, his own son, and placed the weapon in his hands. “You do it,” Dominic said, his voice calm, cold. “Prove yourself. Show me you are ready.” The boy froze, staring at the gun like it was poison. His hands shook as he looked at his father, then at Marcus. He couldn’t have been more than a teenager, yet Dominic was demanding that he cross a line that could never be undone. “No,” Nora whispered, her voice breaking. “He’s just a child, Dominic! Don’t do this!” But Dominic ignored her, his eyes locked firmly on his son. “Pull the trigger. Now.” Marcus straightened, his chin lifted. His voice was firm, almost defiant. “If this is the game you want to play, then let him do it. Let him see the man his father truly is because you’ll break him tonight the same way you break everyone you touch.” The boy’s eyes flickered with conflict. He raised the gun, his hands trembling so badly that the barrel wavered. Sweat beaded at his forehead. For a second, Lily thought maybe—just maybe—he would refuse. Maybe Dominic’s control wasn’t absolute. But Dominic’s hand shot out, gripping his son’s arm, steadying the weapon. His voice dropped to a growl. “Do it. Or you’ll regret it, prove to me that you are my son.” The gun fired. The sound shattered the air, drowning even the roar of the storm outside. Marcus jerked backward, a hole ripping through his chest. He stumbled, blood blooming across his shirt, before crashing to the floor. “Marcus!” Nora screamed, dropping to her knees beside him. Her hands scrambled to press against the wound, desperate, frantic. “Stay with me, stay with me, please—don’t you leave me!” But Marcus’s eyes were already glazing, his lips parting as he struggled for breath. He reached for Nora, his bloodied hand catching hers, squeezing weakly before falling limp. “No!” Nora sobbed, shaking him, rocking back and forth as though she could will life back into him. Her cries filled the room, raw and heartbreaking, echoing up the staircase where Lily crouched, frozen. Tears streamed down Lily’s cheeks as she bit her knuckles to keep from screaming. Her father was gone, and she could do nothing but watch. Dominic looked down at the scene with a cold detachment. There was no satisfaction, no remorse. Just business. He turned to his son, whose hands were still shaking, his face pale, eyes wide with shock. “Good,” Dominic said flatly. “Remember this. Weakness is death. Mercy is weakness.” But he wasn’t done. “Now her,” Dominic ordered, nodding toward Nora. The boy’s breath caught. His head snapped toward his father, eyes pleading. “Father… no… please…” Dominic’s glare was sharp, merciless. “Do not question me. Do it. She dies too.” The boy’s hands shook violently as he raised the gun again. His lips trembled, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. He didn’t want this—Lily could see it in the way he hesitated, in the tears welling in his eyes but Dominic stood over him like a shadow, demanding obedience. Nora’s tear-streaked face turned upward. “Please…” she begged, her voice raw. “Don’t…haven't you done enough ” The words pierced Lily’s heart like a knife. She didn’t know how her mother knew she was watching, but she did. Somehow, Nora had felt her presence, her small eyes staring down in horror from the window. Dominic gave no room for mercy. He pressed his son’s hand, forcing the gun to steady. “Pull it.” The boy shut his eyes. The second gunshot thundered through the house. Nora jerked back, the bullet tearing through her chest. Blood spilled down her blouse as she gasped, her body shaking before collapsing beside Marcus. Her hand reached instinctively toward her husband even as life drained from her eyes. She lay still, her fingers touching his, their blood mingling on the floor. Lily’s silent sobs wracked her small body. She wanted to scream, to run down and throw herself between them, but fear held her rooted in place. If she made a sound, Dominic would know and then he would kill her too. Dominic took the gun from his son, who could barely breathe, his face pale with shock. “ Now that's my boy, that is how a man is made,” Dominic said coldly. “By blood. By strength. Remember this night.” The boy said nothing. He turned his face away, trembling, his shoulders shaking, but he dared not defy his father. Dominic glanced one last time at Marcus and Nora’s lifeless bodies. His lips curled in disgust, as if they were nothing but stains on his path. He turned to his men. “Clean it up, we were never here. Check if there were any witnesses. Discard them.” With that, they left. Boots stomped across the floor, the front door slammed, and the sound of the storm swallowed them up as they disappeared into the night. The house was silent. Only the steady drip of blood onto the carpet broke the stillness. Lily crouched at the window, her small hands trembling, her teeth cutting into her lip to keep from crying out. Her parents were gone. Murdered in cold blood before her eyes and though she was just a child, the image burned into her memory, carving itself into her soul. That night, Lily Cruz lost her parents. That night, she learned what it meant to watch everything you love taken away and though she stayed silent in the shadows, fear choking her voice, one thought screamed inside her: She would never forgive Dominic Sebastian. Not for as long as she lived.