Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez



'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.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

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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"Elliot... hang on! I'll call an ambulance right now!" Derek panicked. Despite everything between them, blood was 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 either."

Watching Elliot slip away, Derek clenched his jaw and made a difficult decision. He chose to believe that his brother was genuinely sorry for his actions.

He said, "Hang in there, Elliot. I'll delete that recording in front of you right now. I'll make up to Yvette. I promise I'll do my best to compensate her." Elliot struggled to suppress his joy while maintaining a sorrowful expression. "It's too late, Derek. Don't bother. I can't live like this anymore, so don't waste your efforts."

Watching the blood gushing out of Elliot's wound, Derek acted swiftly, deleting all the recordings on his phone, including the backups, right in front of Elliot.

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

In an instant, Elliot shook off Derek's hand and stood up, seemingly unscathed. His pale, dying demeanor was replaced by a vibrant, healthy complexion.

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Looking down at Derek, he wore a smug smile, thinking, 'Derek night seem tough but is a softie at heart. So what if he's smart? I still managed to fool him. All it takes is a replica gun an a couple of blood packs from the black market.

Derek's face turned grim. He realized the cruel irony of his situation-he had been tricked into destroying the final piece of evidence himself. It was too late to say anything now; the deed! was done.

Now, there was no longer any evidence proving that "Despaired Soul" was composed by Yvette. At that moment, Derek fell into utter despair, thoroughly disappointed in Elliot, the brother whom he had grown up with.

Having triumphed over Derek, Elliot exuded wild arrogance. "Take this as your congratulatory gift for my induction into- the International Music Association. I must say, I quite like it-thanks!"

Derek's face darkened at Elliot's brazen, shameless words, Rising to his feet, he cast a piercing gaze at his brother, disappointment etched deeply into his features at Elliot's unrepentant 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, I will not hesitate to expose you"

Derek 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 lay my ghost of many years to rest.

At one o'clock in the music hall of the Golden Exhibit Center, most of the guests had arrived, taking their seats. The front row was reserved for VIPs invited 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 her companions settled into the third row. Clad entirely in black and sporting a low baseball cap, Yvette nearly disappeared into the shadows as the lights dimmed.

Jeremiah turned to her and said, "The elderly man seated at the center of the front row is Paolo, the president of the International Music Association. Elliot went to great lengths to invite him."

Yvette adjusted her cap, her icy gaze lifting as she casually rested her face in her hand. "Yeah, that's him."

Sienna, hearing their conversation, whispered, "I had no idea Elliot was this resourceful.

Paolo was a renowned legend in the music world. Having him here was a testament to Elliot's power and connections. Seated in the front row, Paolo adjusted his watch and checked his phone. A single message read: (In Mysonna]

He rubbed his temples, thinking, 'Can't this brat tell me specifically where she is in Mysonna? How am I supposed to find her? What a heartless brat Attending Elliot's concert was merely a cover; his real intention was to reconnect with a mentee he hadn't seen in a while.

She hadn't released any music in over two years, only staying in contact with him by exchanging holiday greetings. He couldn't help but wonder what she had been up to all this time.

Curious, Frankie asked Sienna, This Paolo from the International Music Association sounds quite influential. What do you

know about him?"

Yvette scrolled through her phone absentmindedly, his fingers resting on the armrest. "Paolo, a third-generation duke, is a musical prodigy. His musical talent was discovered when he was five, and he graduated from Bonnelly Music University at seventeen. He started teaching there at twenty

Pausing, she continued, "When he turned thirty, he became the president of the International Music Association. He is a gifted musician, but he's notoriously short-tempered