Infobrief

Chapter 2: The Monster Behind the Billionaire

The following morning, Enzo summoned every trusted member of the DeLuca family.

Luca, his oldest advisor.

Marco, head of security.

Rosa, the woman who had helped raise Enzo after his mother died.

Harper sat silently at the far end of the dining room, wrapped in a cream-colored blanket instead of designer clothing.

When Rosa gently brushed Harper's hair away from her neck, she froze.

"Easy, sweetheart," Rosa whispered.

"No one's hurting you here."

Harper began crying without making a sound.

Rosa simply hugged her.

Enzo watched from across the room.

Something inside him broke.

Marco soon entered carrying a thick folder.

"We searched Whitcomb's properties overnight."

Inside were medical records.

Photographs.

Private security reports.

Bank transfers.

Video files secretly copied by a former housekeeper before disappearing years earlier.

Every piece confirmed Harper's story.

Preston Whitcomb hadn't only abused his daughter.

He had bribed doctors.

Threatened teachers.

Paid police officers.

Destroyed witnesses.

Then Marco placed one final document on the table.

A payment ledger.

One payment caught Enzo's attention.

Three wire transfers.

Each sent to the same men.

The same three men responsible for Nathan DeLuca's murder.

Preston hadn't only ordered Enzo's brother killed.

He had also arranged insurance policies that paid him millions after Nathan's company collapsed.

Nathan's murder had never been personal.

It had been business.

Enzo closed the folder.

His voice remained calm.

"Prepare the cars."

Marco nodded.

"War?"

Enzo looked toward Harper.

She sat quietly drinking tea with trembling hands.

"No."

His expression became colder than Chicago in January.

"Justice."

That evening every television station interrupted regular programming.

Federal agents surrounded Whitcomb Tower.

Arrest warrants filled the lobby.

Hidden evidence poured into the hands of prosecutors.

Executives abandoned Preston one after another.

The empire he had spent forty years building collapsed in less than six hours.

Still...

Enzo wasn't finished.