"I injected a neurotoxin into your spine and shattered every bone in your legs. You were supposed to be a total vegetable, bedridden for the rest of your life. I have no idea how you're standing here right now. Whoever managed to cure you must be a medical god," Travis muttered, still baffled by Dylan's recovery.
But no one was going to explain it to him. It didn't matter anymore.
Hearing Travis's confession, Dylan's fists trembled. "Are you telling the truth? Not a single lie?"
"Heh. I'm a dead man talking. What point is there in lying now?" Travis chuckled darkly.
With that laugh, he seemed to accept his fate.
He closed his eyes.
Elena shot Tyler a subtle look.
Tyler gripped his combat knife and drove it cleanly into Travis's chest.
Travis let out a choked gasp and slumped backward onto the marble floor.
The strike was fast, brutal, and precise—piercing directly through the heart. He was dead in seconds.
Elena had ensured Tyler got the final strike. It was his vengeance to claim.
Staring down at Travis's lifeless eyes, a profound sense of catharsis washed over Tyler, and he let out a euphoric, trembling laugh.
"I killed him!"
"I finally killed Travis! I avenged my parents!"
"The monster is dead! Hahaha!"
Tyler was overwhelmed with emotion.
For years, his only reason for living had been to butcher Travis Jenkins and avenge the brutal murder of his parents.
He had actually done it.
"I finally got justice, Boss! Boss!"
"Well... I mean, he tried to steal Elena from you, right? He's practically a stranger compared to us! Why would you treat me like this? I'm your brother!"
"Enough! Patrick, I think you need to hear this."
Dylan pulled out his phone and played the audio file. It was Travis's dying confession, laying out Patrick's entire sickening betrayal.
Even as the recording played, Patrick's expression barely twitched. His psychological resilience was almost terrifying.
"So, you already knew," Patrick said, a mocking smirk finally creeping onto his face.
"Did you really think I'd hand my shares to the person who manipulated my kidnapping and wanted me dead? Ethan might be ruthless, but we have a business arrangement. Sometimes, an outsider is far more trustworthy than your own blood. You've disappointed me, Patrick. The mastermind I spent years hunting turned out to be you. It's almost funny."
Dylan felt a crushing sense of grief and bitter irony.
The little brother he had fiercely protected his entire life was a monster.
"Since you already gave the shares to Ethan, we have nothing left to talk about. Yeah, I did it. But I had no choice! Your shadow was too massive. As long as you were around, the Sinclair family would never even look at me. You were in my way, so I had to eliminate you!"

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The readers' comments on the novel: Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn
Gente que final mais sem Graça ,author simplesmente estragou tudo no final!...
Aff ta estragando...
Ah por favor author nao estrague o final !...
Sim (eu sabia o final nao podia ser assim)quero meu bebe dylan vivo um belo casamento e de quebra 2 filhos pra eles bianca salva e por favor author quero que a michele sofra esse final que ta agora da bianca que seja da michele sem lingua pernas e bracos sem olhos e mendigando!...
Gente cade o mentor dela e a pedra tem que ser algo que de pra ressuscitar o dylan e a bianca! Nao me importo com nada so quero eylan de volta com ela um belo casamento entre os 2!...
Gente nao creio nisso dylan e bianca morrerem!...
She's too busy winning to watch him cry novel pls post this novel...
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