The Genetic Report That Turned My Family Into Monsters Chapter 07

The Genetic Report That Turned My Family Into Monsters Chapter 07

The apartment door exploded inward with a deafening crack, the deadbolt instantly splintering the heavy wooden frame. 

My parents stormed into the living room, flanked by two towering private security contractors. Outside, the rabid cyber–mob was still screaming for my blood, but the Blackwood dynasty’s unfathomable wealth had effortlessly bought them a clear path straight to my doorstep. 

Before I could even push myself off the floor, mom marched right over the carpet of shattered glass. Her hand viciously connected with my bruised cheek. 

This time, I didn’t crumble. I grounded my feet, lock- ing onto her merciless eyes. “You deliberately covered up my rape! You hired heavily armed thugs to execute me in the woods! Not a single piece of this is my fault! 

Dad let out a booming, contemptuous scoff. “Listen to the mob outside. Read the vile filth they’re writing about you online. Do you honestly still believe you can claim innocence?” 

I ground my teeth together, my blood absolutely boil- ing. As mom drew her hand back for a second strike, my arm shot out. I caught her wrist in a vice–like grip, 

“You know the damn truth better than anyone!” I roared, squeezing her bones until she winced. “The night Sebastian drugged my drink! The night he raped me! You two orchestrated the entire cover–up, gaslighting me into thinking nothing happened. And the second I got pregnant with his child, you condemned both me and my baby to death. What the hell did I ever do to deserve this?!” 

“You belong in a psych ward!” mom hissed, thrashing wildly to break my hold. 

“Does she?” a razor–sharp voice sliced through the tension. 

The bedroom door swung open. Laurel stepped out, her service weapon perfectly leveled. Right on her heels were three heavily armed detectives and a local news crew with their broadcast cameras fiercely rolling. While I had kept my parents completely distracted, Laurel had seamlessly sprung the ultimate trap. 

Mom froze, all the color instantly draining from her perfectly contoured face. “You’re actually taking the word of a certified lunatic?” she shrieked at the detectives. 

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” I mocked, violently shoving her wrist away. “To save his own skin, Sebastian already gave the police a full, unredacted confession.” 

Mom’s eyes bulged in pure, unadulterated panic. Her flawless, aristocratic masquerade completely shattered. She threw her head back, letting out an utterly deranged, hysterical cackle. “So what?! It doesn’t matter what he did! You seduced him! You’re the filthy parasite that destroyed this family!” 

The detectives lunged forward. “Margaret and Richard Blackwood, you are under arrest.” 

Her vicious, damning confession was meticulously broadcasted live to millions across the country, captured word for horrific word. 

But actively dismantling a billionaire dynasty requires a grueling legal war. On the day of the preliminary hearings, the courtroom gallery was packed shoulder–to–shoulder. 

Sebastian actually showed his face. Originally a highly revered defense attorney who ostensibly championed the innocent, he had now twisted himself into the lead counsel desperately trying to orchestrate our parents‘ acquittal. He was the ultimate, sickening hypocrite. 

Moments before the judge took the bench, Sebastian arrogantly demanded a private attorney–client conference. The bailiffs permitted the three of them to step into the soundproof holding cell adjacent to the courtroom. 

Merely seconds later, blood–curdling screams violently pierced the heavy oak doors. 

The bailiffs kicked the doors open. I stood completely frozen in the gallery. 

Sebastian was drenched in blood, his trembling hands suffocating the grip of a smuggled tactical combat knife. My parents lay utterly lifeless in a rapidly expanding pool of crimson. 

“Why did you let this leak?!” Sebastian shrieked hysterically at the corpses, his dilated eyes wild with a sick, rabid lunacy. “The whole internet is hunting me down! You ruined my life!” 

My parents were pronounced dead on the scene. Sebastian was violently tackled and disarmed by the bailiffs, eventually receiving the death penalty for the brutal double homicide. 

From there, the dominoes fell with absolute finality. 

Damian’s multi–million–follower streams were permanently eradicated for inciting mob violence and doxxing. He desperately tried to claw his way back using burner accounts, but his lucrative online empire was dead and buried. 

Julian’s reputation was reduced to ash. He was unceremoniously terminated from his elite hospital, and his medical license was permanently revoked. Branded a national monster, no woman would ever look in his direction again. He was condemned to rot away in miserable, crushing isolation. 

The clandestine suburban clinic was completely raided by federal agents. Every single clinician and orderly complicit in the illicit operations and forced abortions was stripped of their credentials and aggressively locked behind bars. 

Laurel faced severe internal affairs scrutiny for her off–the–books investigation. But I proudly took the stand at her disciplinary hearing, testifying fiercely on her behalf. Not only did she keep her badge, but she was fast–tracked and promoted to lead detective. 

Together, Laurel and I launched a robust non–profit foundation, providing aggressive legal and financial support for victims of medical abuse and domestic violence. We used our platform to ensure no one would ever be silenced again. 

Stepping out of the monumental courthouse doors, I took a deep, grounding breath of the crisp, free air. 

For once, the universe had shown me absolute mercy. 

Armed with this fiercely hard–won second chance, I finally discarded the vile Blackwood surname. I was stepping into a pristine, beautifully quiet life that belonged to absolutely no one but me. 

This was what true reincarnation felt like. 

THE END