Chapter 291

291 Martha’s Verdict

Lucian

My father rose slowly from his seat, his presence commanding. The hall fell into a thick, reverent silence as he fixed his gaze on the man shackled before him.

“Alaric Moongrove,” he began, voice calm-but brimming with disgust, “you are a sick, twisted bastard.”

Alaric didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened.

“You coveted my wife for her wealth. And when you couldn’t have her, you murdered her. Just so you could force yourwife into my life to finish what you started-kill my son and me, and take everything. The money.

The title. The island.”