The Shocking Truth Behind the Violent Brawl That Ruined a Billionaire's Dinner

The Dark Secrets of the Harrison Dynasty

Marcus lay on the floor, wiping a smear of crimson from his split lip. Despite the physical defeat, a twisted, triumphant grin spread across his face as he looked up at his father.

"You always did have a soft spot for her, Dad,"

Marcus spat, coughing as he struggled to sit up.

"But your precious little trophy wife is a liar. I found the bank records. She’s been draining the trust fund for months. She’s ruining us!"

Sophia’s breath hitched in her throat. She looked from Marcus to Edward, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and guilt. The cream silk of her gown trembled against her skin.

"Edward, please, it’s not what it looks like,"

she whispered, her voice cracking.

"I can explain, I swear."

Edward stood like a statue, his chest heaving, his knuckles bruised from the blows he had landed. He didn't look at Marcus. Instead, his gaze softened as he looked down at Sophia. To Marcus’s utter astonishment, Edward did not look angry at her.

"I know about the money, Sophia,"

Edward said quietly, his voice steady despite the chaos.

"In fact, I authorized those transfers myself."

Marcus’s grin vanished, replaced by a look of sheer disbelief. He scrambled to his feet, clutching the back of a broken chair for support.

"What are you talking about?"

Marcus demanded.

"She’s stealing from the family legacy! She’s the daughter of a common criminal!"

"She is the daughter of Arthur Pendelton,"

Edward barked, his voice echoing off the oak walls.

"The partner you framed and drove to ruin ten years ago, Marcus. I promised Arthur on his deathbed that I would protect his daughter from you. Every dime Sophia took was her rightful inheritance, which I gladly returned to her."

The truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Marcus’s face drained of color as he realized his leverage had completely vanished.