Chapter 2: The Man Behind the Kidnapping
Chapter 2: The Man Behind the Kidnapping
Royal investigators sealed every exit.
No guest was allowed to leave.
The captain of the Royal Guard opened the diary while forensic experts verified every document.
Everything matched.
Dates.
Hospital records.
Royal seals.
Even fingerprints found on Adrian's childhood blanket.
Then one page changed everything.
It contained only one sentence.
"The king's brother paid us."
Gasps echoed through the ballroom.
Prince Victor.
The king's younger brother.
A respected royal adviser.
A decorated war hero.
The man everyone trusted.
Victor forced a smile.
"This is absurd."
"A frightened child has been manipulated."
But Adrian slowly looked at him.
"I remember you."
"You gave me the toy horse."
Victor's smile disappeared.
Memories rushed back.
The hidden farmhouse.
The locked basement.
The nights Adrian cried for his mother.
Vivian had always warned him never to mention the prince's name.
Suddenly, one of the palace guards approached the captain.
"We searched Prince Victor's estate."
"We found a hidden room."
Inside were children's clothes...
old photographs...
large cash payments to Vivian...
and letters discussing the prince's disappearance.
The evidence was overwhelming.
Victor tried to flee.
He barely reached the ballroom doors before dozens of Royal Guards tackled him to the floor.
His desperate screams echoed through the palace.
"It was supposed to be my throne!"
"I deserved the crown!"
The guests stood speechless.
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The kidnapping had never been about revenge.
It had been about power.
