Chapter 152 The Rogue Pact Exposed
If anyone ever uncovered that Elena was truly Seraphina's birthed pup, then the hidden chains binding the past would snap apart like rusted iron under a wolf’s strike.
Every soul would finally see that Seraphina had been caged inside the Monroe family’s gloomy underground den, treated like nothing more than a breeding vessel, locked away from daylight, kept from the open sky, denied every breath of freedom a wolf deserved.
They would witness how the vile Nathan had also crawled from Seraphina's womb, molded from a root soaked in cruelty. And they would realize that Gamma Raphael Farrington had spared the Monroe clan, and their entire settlement.
Raphael Farrington released a harsh, bitter laugh.
“Is that not your father who wishes to sell his bloodline to the rogues? No. You are not related to me. As Elena already said, the break happened nineteen years ago. The Farrington lineage has no connection to you anymore. Out there, no one knows we sprouted from the same branch. And I would never accept a filthy stray as my brother.” Raphael stated.
Out of fear, Gabriel speaks up.
“Raphael, are you truly going to treat your last living kin like this?”
“My family is Seraphina, Elena, and Dolphus,” Raphael snapped in. His cane slammed against the floor with a crack sharp as a bone splitting. “You? A bastard pup? You dare call yourself my family? Just knowing you drag the Farrington name through the mud makes my stomach twist.”
The thought he swallowed back burned through his mind. Some stains in blood can never be washed clean.
Raphael Farrington remembered the moment Elena and Seraphina ran away from the Monroes at Atwater Village. The instant he saw Elena, he held himself back. A part of him recoiled because she reminded him of Gabriel.
Gabriel and Raphael shared the same father, but Gabriel's deeds had repulsed Raphael for years. Raphael believed some rot in a family line carved itself so deep into the bones that not even time could scrub it away.
That was why he had placed the entire Farrington Corporation, the Farrington household, and Seraphina's lifelong care into Dolphus’s hands. It had been far easier and safer to trust an adopted son with a clean spirit than a biological child who reminded him too much of Gabriel's darkness.
Morrin's eyes instantly filled, tears shining like dew in the corners. She stepped forward.
“Uncle Raphael, even if my father has made mistakes, he is still your blood. He only cares for you as a younger brother. How can you strike him with such cruel words?”
As Raphael was about to reply to Morrin, the door swung open and Dolphus’s assistant entered.
“Gamma Raphael. Elena. Those people have been brought in.”
Gabriel's fingers clamped harder around Morris's hand. He was so much soaked in fear, he immediately heard that.
If the person Richard had dragged in was truly one of the rogues that he paid to carry out the operation for him, then every sin Gabriel buried would rise back before everyone. His plot to kill Seraphina would no longer be buried.
Morrin still didn’t know the shadows lurking behind her father’s past, but she felt the strange, unsettling tightness in his body. She knew her father’s nature better than anyone. She knew what he was capable of.
Still, she squeezed his hand, as if her palm alone could keep his father's lies from being spilt out.
“Bringing in any random person to testify against my father?” she said. “That will not work.”
She leaned closer, whispering strength into his father's
“Father, do not tremble. You did nothing. Uncle Raphael will not accuse you wrongly.”
Gabriel caught the hint instantly. But he tried to force confidence into his voice so that he wouldn't look like the victim.
“Yes. I have no hand in any of this. There's no way that I'm going to accept a crime that I know nothing about.”
Years back when all of these happened, there was no camera or internet to record or post whatever thing that happened then. No evidence to prove that Gabriel had dragged Seraphina out of the Farrington estate. No one could catch him paying the assassin. As long as he denied it, who could pin the deed on him?
But the room shifted the moment Richard stepped aside.
The man who walked in was no stranger.
The old rogue shuffled forward with unsteady steps. Behind him walked the old VIP duty manager from the shopping mall. And after him came the driver who used to escort Seraphina everywhere. Last of all entered a young man Gabriel didn’t recognize.
Gabriel's legs weakened. He stared at Dolphus with horror blooming in his eyes.
Dolphus had even tracked down the VIP duty manager from back then.
Except for the young man, both the driver and the manager had pocketed Gabriel's money.
The young man shifted nervously. His eyes moved to Dolphus's direction, then took where Gamma Raphael was standing. He brought out a worn diary that looked older than some wolves in the pack. He then set it gently on the table which is close to Raphael.
“My mother was the waitress who served Seraphina Farrington back then. This is her diary. At that time… I had leukemia, and we were drowning in desperation. My mother accepted the money even though her heart fought against it. She allowed someone to take Seraphina away.”
“She carried the guilt all her life. Before she died, she made me promise to bring this diary to Gamma Raphael. But I… I am nobody. I'm just a small soul in a world run by powerful wolves. I never had the chance to approach Gamma Raphael. But I guarded the diary. I protected it all these years.”
Nicholas strode forward confidently. He took the diary and gave it to Raphael. The old man’s fingers were shaking as he opened it. Raphael read through the pages until he reached the day his daughter disappeared. The words revealed everything. The mall attendant who served Dolphus had conspired with Gabriel.
“It’s fake. Fake!” Gabriel shouted, voice cracking under panic.
Richard stepped forward, immediately.
“There is also the maid you bribed to poison Gamma Raphael. She is alive. If you also want to be sure about this, she can appear tomorrow morning.”
Raphael Farrington's jaw locked. He shut the diary with a firm clap and handed it back to Nicholas.
“There is no need to bring the maid before me. Deliver the diary to the police. Contact Chief Prosecutor Duncan from the Supreme Office. This matter… I will hunt it to the very end. I will not hold back.”
Morrin's face was drained of all color. Gabriel collapsed to his knees, legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Raphael. Please. For the sake of our bloodline, spare me once. I will leave immediately and I will never return.”
“Get out,” Raphael roared, the sound was so powerful enough to cracked the air. “The evidence is still with me. If you ever step onto this land again, I will ensure you rot in a cell. Now go.”
Gabriel scrambled up. He clung to Morrin and dragged her toward the exit.
Morrin followed with stiff steps. She lifted her gaze to the railing above, where two children peeked down with innocent eyes and curious faces. Her brows knitted tightly. She followed her father out.
Suddenly she stopped.
“Father, go. I will stay back. I cannot let Dolphus and Elena take what belongs to us. The Farrington Corporation and the Farrington name belong to us. I will not hand them over.”
Gabriel gripped her hand while shaking.
“What can you do alone? What if your uncle recalls everything that happened to Seraphina and chooses revenge? Come. We can return after he dies.”
Morrin shot him a cold look.
“And what good is that? By then Dolphus will still hold the diary. Those witnesses will still stand. Our legacy will fall into the hands of outsiders. It's your weakness that you have decided not to fight back.”
Morrin shoved his father into the car and slammed the door. Then she turned to Raphael's servants, pulled out every cash note she had, and pressed it into their hands.
“Now tell me. Who are those two children in this house?”
The servant tucked the money away and whispered,
“They are Elena’s pups. Gamma Raphael and Seraphina adore them deeply. They spend all their time with them.”