Damien pov
My voice went cold. "But a year later, I overheard a phone call. Father was talking to someone about 'medication adjustments' and 'keeping him sedated.' I heard him say Marcus's name."
Aria's eyes widened. "He was alive."
"Father had him locked away in a private psychiatric institution. Told the staff Marcus was dangerously insane, a threat to himself and others. Kept him drugged, isolated, erased from existence." The rage I'd buried for years threatened to surface. "I confronted Father about it. He backhanded me across the face and said if I ever mentioned Marcus again, I'd join him."
"You were just a kid," Aria whispered.
"When he was seventeen, locked in that facility, he once called me, begged me to get him out. And I told him I couldn't because our Father knew best, that he needed to get better. But I was a coward,"
