Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 473: Secret From The Past

Seeing her confidence, Howard’s side was shocked. Was she not scared of dying?

Howard gritted his teeth and looked at one of the soldiers. "Shoot her."

The soldier pointed his gun toward Caryn, but then something happened. All the soldiers inside the drawing room fell to the ground, each with a bullet shot through the center of their forehead. There were no sounds of gunfire, and the job was done with the utmost precision.

Howard, Garwin, and Charlotte were left shocked at what had happened and looked around in fright.

Just then, a group of gunmen in commando uniforms entered the drawing room. Their heavy boots made resounding thuds on the floor, asserting the power of their presence.

In a moment, Howard recognized them as he noticed the particular badges on their uniforms. "O-Obsidians?" Howard mumbled in fright and recalled that it was the Obsidian group responsible for Garwin’s accident back then. But he had never imagined they were truly connected to Caryn. He had assumed it was a mistake.

The Obsidian group was equipped with the most advanced weapons and technology, and their commandos were so highly trained and skilled that no one dared stand against them—not even the Belvorn army.

"What happened, Howard Everthorn?" Caryn asked. "I still see myself alive."

"How... did you bring them?" Howard asked. "How do you know the Obsidian group? How did you make them help you?"

and finally stood up from

truth is that she is not even your real

shocked to hear it. "What are you talking about?

carrying a son, and when he was born, all you did was listen to your father, kill your son, and accept a random girl child as your daughter. Your wife knew she had given birth to a son. When

the truth was now out.

She turned to Howard with teary eyes. "Grandpa, tell me

Howard remained silent.

quiet? Just kill these two women and no one

she fell to the floor. His cold voice followed. "Keep

cry at such

you were so greedy for the throne that you killed your own

on that throne, enjoyed all the attention and power, while I—despite being far more capable—was reduced to nothing more than your servant. I am your elder brother, the eldest descendant of the royal family. Yet you were chosen. You got everything. I lived a life

your own greed. Yes, I am the queen in name, but you—my brother—have held more influence and power than anyone else in this kingdom. After me,

"And yet, you still believe you were powerless? I let you wield your influence, I trusted your capability. I gave you everything you deserved, and more. But

not? If you truly cared, you should have changed the centuries-old rule to allow a male heir to sit on the throne. But you didn’t. You had a daughter, so of course you wanted to keep the rule as it was to give her the throne. Why couldn’t

still be glad I did. Because you’ve just proven that neither you nor your son ever deserved to take charge of this throne. In your