Raphael's POV

Marcel's accusation cut through the boardroom like a knife. "You've always played the victim while positioning yourself for power, haven't you?" His words were sharp as he stood over the table, pointing at me.

I stayed in my seat, looking calm outside while feeling sick inside. The irony burned—here they all were, fighting over a position I never wanted. I'd walked away from this family years ago, built my own fortune, created my own path. I didn't need Grandpa's money or ...