Natalia's eyes burned with disappointment and fury as she looked down at her son.
"How could you be so pathetic?" she said, her voice cold and cutting.
"You have everything... power, status, a future most people can only dream of... and you threw it all away for this? For a disgusting, selfish fetish? You tried to destroy an innocent man just to satisfy your twisted curiosity."
She shook her head, her voice filled with bitter regret.
"I thought I was raising my son to be a real man, far away from his father's disgusting nature… but I was mistaken. How long can filth stay away from filth?"
Marcus lay there stunned, his cheek burning from the slap. His mother had never hit him before. Never.
Anger flashed across his face as he looked up at her, his voice filled with pain and defiance.
"What did I do wrong?" he rasped. "So what if I framed a few pathetic losers? Didn't you always tell me to live how I desire… to take what I want?"
