Dad Cheated, So I Went Full Rampage

The door swung open. A guy around my age stood on the other side. He looked nearly identical to the old photos I'd seen of my father in his youth. Around his neck hung a custom nameplate necklace—exactly like mine. My stomach dropped as my eyes locked onto it. "That necklace of yours… it's quite unique." My voice came out rough and hoarse. He instinctively covered the nameplate, but before he could say anything, a woman walked over from the living room—his mother. The moment her eyes met mine, all the color drained from her face. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. She was visibly panicking. "Theo, go back to your room. I need to speak with her for a minute." He glanced at me a couple more times before turning and heading inside. The woman let out a relieved breath, then looked at me hesitantly. "You…" I held up the bracelet in my hand. "I picked this up this morning. I was told your son brought it in to sell. But this belongs to my mother—she had it custom-made years ago. It's one of a kind. For context, my father is the Executive Director of Sterling Holdings. I want to know," I said bluntly, planted firmly in the entryway, "what is your relationship with my father?" She clutched nervously at the hem of her shirt, pulled the security door partially shut behind her, and forced a smile. "What are you talking about…? This bracelet? My son probably found it somewhere when he was out messing around. He's young and foolish—just took it in to sell without thinking. A man of your father's standing? People like us—we're mere nobodies. How would we ever know someone like that?" Her words were smooth, but her hands betrayed her. Fidgeting with her collar, she tugged it down slightly, revealing a Bvlgari necklace around her neck. It was the exact design my grandfather had commissioned from Switzerland for my mother's 30th birthday. Only five existed in the entire world. Rage flared up inside me. I caught the flicker of smugness she couldn't quite hide in her eyes, and smiled. "That's a beautiful necklace, ma'am. It looks familiar—almost exactly like my mother's limited-edition piece." Clara hadn't expected me to recognize it. The blood drained from her face instantly as she yanked her collar back up, her voice trembling. "It's—it's just a high-quality knockoff. Nothing special, just something I wear around… I'm actually quite busy. Since this was all just a misunderstanding, you should probably head out." She started herding me toward the door, tossing over her shoulder, "And please—keep this between us. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings getting out, would we?" With that, she shoved me outside and slammed the security door shut. 'Pathetic.' I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed metal door. A heavy, cold weight settled in my chest. After a long beat, I turned and walked toward the elevator. To my waiting driver, I tossed out a single command, "Home. Now." The driver blinked in surprise. "But I thought you were—" I waved him off and told my assistant, right behind me, to get my grandfather's chief legal counsel on the line immediately. I wanted a full audit of every business deal and financial transaction tied to my father, going all the way back to the day he married my mother. I also told him to hire a private investigator to dig deep into my father's personal life over the past few decades. "Wait." I stepped into the elevator in my heels, my voice so cold it barely sounded like my own. "Go home first. There's something more important I need to do."