I remember the way they looked at him—my father. To the world, he was the CEO of Sterling Global, a man of vision and iron. To me, he was a mountain I could never climb, a presence that filled every room with a suffocating weight of expectation.

Then there were the twins, Elias and Julian. They had joined the firm two years ago as junior analysts. They were perfect. Too perfect. They were the first ones in the office and the last to leave. They anticipated my father's every need, their smiles precise, their loyalty absolute. My father loved them. He called them "the sons he wished he had."

I watched them from the periphery, a ghost in my own home. I saw the way Elias would look at my father when he wasn't looking—a gaze that wasn't filled with admiration, but with a cold, calculating hunger. It was the look of a predator measuring the distance to the throat.

I tried to warn my father, but he only laughed. "You're just jealous, Leo. Learn from them. That is what ambition looks like."

The end came during the annual shareholders' retreat in the Hamptons. The house was a masterpiece of glass and light, designed to show everything and hide nothing.

I found them in the study. My father was slumped in his leather chair, his eyes open and vacant. Elias and Julian were standing over him, not with weapons, but with documents. They had systematically dismantled his empire from the inside, transferring assets, forging signatures, and leaking scandals to the press. The physical death had been a mere formality—a carefully administered dose of something that looked like a heart attack.

They didn't even look surprised to see me.

"It's a new era, Leo," Julian said, his voice as smooth as silk. "The old mountain had to fall to make room for the new one."

I looked at the brothers—the two men who had played the role of the perfect sons so well that they had fooled everyone, including the victim. I realized then that the most dangerous people aren't the ones who scream their hatred, but the ones who whisper their loyalty while they sharpen the knife.

As the police arrived, I didn't feel the urge to scream or cry. I felt a strange, detached fascination. I had spent my life hating my father, but seeing him reduced to a piece of meat in a glass room made me realize that the only thing worse than being hated by a monster is being loved by a parasite.

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