Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 570

'Ever since young, Derek had always favored Yvette. Why? Bloods thicker than water, right? I'm his brother, yet he's choosing an outsider over me!" Elliot thought, clenching his jaw in resentment and concealing the hatred that bubbled within him.

Regaining his composure, he said. "Tve learned my lesson, Derek But this isn't just about me. If I admit what I did, I'll ruin our family's long-standing reputation. Do you really want to see that happen? Besides, that song isn't even that important to Yvette. Please, give me

that recording. I'm begging you."

For the first time in years. Elliot set aside his usual arrogance and domineering demeanor, submitting to Derek with an uncharacteristic humility. Derek stared into his brother's eyes, noticing what seemed to be genuine remorse and acknowledgment of his mistakes. Yet, he remained motionless.

After a moment, Derek lifted his gaze. "No, Elliot. I'll hand the recording to Yvette. I'm never going to give it to you unless she doesn't want it."

Looking at how stubborn Derek was, Elliot started resenting him too. He knew Derek wouldn't give in and hand over the recording easily. Taking a step back, he feigned devastation and disappointment, his eyes bloodshot with despair.

He said with dejection, "Derek, please let me call you my brother one last time. I'll carry this sin to my grave. Forgive me, for I can't face Yvette or the public's condemnation and humiliation when the truth is revealed. Goodbye."

Observing Elliot's determination, Derek frowned, refusing to believe he would actually do it. Before Derek could say a word, Elliot took one last look at him and pulled the trigger.

Blood spurted from Elliot's chest as he collapsed to the ground. Derek froze in shock as the reality of what had just happened sank in. When he finally regained his senses, he rushed forward, lifting Elliot, His mind went blank when he saw the blood pouring from the wound He couldn't comprehend how his brother-who had always feared death so deeply-could take such a drastic step with

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thicker than water-there was no way Derek could remain unfazed whe his brother was dying. His hands shook uncontrollably as he fumbled for his phone. Elliot slowly opened his eyes, lifting his hand laboriously to hold Derek's hand, his gaze losing focus. "No need... Just let me die. If that recording is released, I wouldn't be able to face the world

jaw and made a difficult decision. He chose to believe that his brother

right now. I'll make up to

expression. "It's too late, Derek. Don't bother.

blood gushing out of Elliot's wound, Derek acted swiftly, deleting all the recordings

looked up to see a fleeting, sinister smile at the corner of Elliot's lips. He wondered if it was a trick of the

hand and stood up, seemingly unscathed. His pale, dying demeanor was replaced by a vibrant, healthy complexion.

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couple of blood packs from the black market. Derek's

no longer any evidence proving that "Despaired Soul" was composed by Yvette. At that moment, Derek fell into utter despair, thoroughly disappointed in

your congratulatory gift for my induction into- the International

demeanor. "From this moment on, we are nothing more than strangers, Derek declared, his tone cold and resolute. "Even without the recording, if Yvette ever needs my testimony,

turned and left the lounge, leaving Elliot behind, basking in his victory. He thought, "No one will be able to threaten my position anymore. I can finally

by Elliot, with Paolo, the president of the International Music Association, being the most distinguished one. He occupied the prime seat at the very center. Meanwhile, Yvette and

center of the front row is Paolo, the president of the International Music Association. Elliot

she casually rested

had no idea Elliot