Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask (by Silver Spoon) novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Chapter 95 Sister’s Sanctuary

Daniel’s POV

My mother’s steely gaze remained locked on me, deliberately ignoring Sybilla who stood frozen on the marble staircase of our family estate, her face pale with shock at the ultimatum that had just shattered the afternoon silence.

"Sybilla, go pack your belongings," I commanded, keeping my eyes fixed on my mother’s imperious stare. "We’ll handle our mother when she’s thinking more rationally about family loyalty."

A while later, I steered my black sedan away from the Martinez family compound with my siblings beside me. My mother hadn’t even acknowledged her daughter’s departure—a calculated display of power. She was applying pressure in the way she knew best. No one wielded emotional manipulation quite like my mother, particularly when it came to controlling my sister’s future.

"Daniel, she despises me now!" Sybilla wept from the backseat as we headed toward the private airstrip. "How am I supposed to navigate this?"

"Mom doesn’t despise you, Sybilla. You act like you’ve never witnessed her tactics before," I said, attempting to steady her nerves. "She’s essentially a calculating matriarch who says whatever necessary to bend people to her vision. Port’t you observed how she operates with Dad?"

"I simply cannot comprehend why she’s so determined to force this union with that pathetic Barlow heir," Sybilla said, angrily wiping away her tears.

Gregory shifted forward from the passenger seat. "I might have some clarity on that matter. I had a conversation with Dad recently. He’s actually apprehensive about this marriage arrangement, but Mom extracted a promise that he’d support her publicly on this decision."

"Why does that not surprise me in the slightest?" I muttered under my breath.

"You understand how they function—absolute solidarity," Gregory continued. "When one makes a family decision, the other backs it completely regardless of their private reservations."

"But what’s driving Mom’s investment in this particular alliance?" I asked, genuinely seeking to understand her strategic thinking.

"Grant’s mother runs in Mom’s social circle and believes marriage might stabilize her son’s reckless behavior. She assured Mom that after the wedding ceremony, she’d keep him under strict supervision, especially since they’d be residing in the Barlow family mansion. Mom then persuaded Dad that forming ties with the Barlow organization would strengthen our territorial influence." Gregory explained the political machinery behind the arrangement.

Sybilla’s grief instantly transformed into blazing fury. "Live under that woman’s roof? She’s absolutely intolerable!"

"Precisely my point," Gregory agreed with a knowing nod. "So stop those tears and take charge of your destiny, sister. Go with Daniel and seize control of your own path, because if that worthless Grant ever dares lay a hand on you inappropriately, Daniel will need to arrest me for murder."

Sybilla dried her face, drew a deep breath, and met our concerned gazes in the rearview mirror. "Well, I suppose I’m officially a family exile like Daniel now." She managed a laugh, playfully striking my shoulder. "You’ll be responsible for supporting me financially."

"What you’re going to do is secure legitimate employment," I grumbled, which sent both of them into fits of amused laughter.

From Port Harbor’s private terminal, we proceeded directly to collect Lila from her position at Thorne Corporation. During our flight, I had thoroughly explained the family crisis to Sybilla, who was appalled by the arranged marriage situation. Despite all her theatrical tendencies, our mother had never resorted to physical violence against any of us. Even with her stubborn insistence about this union, I couldn’t envision her literally dragging Sybilla home against her will.

My encrypted phone buzzed, and I connected it through the vehicle’s secure communication system. "Dad."

"Daniel, I understand you’re providing sanctuary to a family runaway," my father said, his tone more amused than genuinely angry.

"I warned you that if she refused this marriage, she wouldn’t be compelled," I replied with unwavering firmness.

"I have complete confidence you’ll provide proper protection for her," he sighed heavily. "When you grow weary of the responsibility, simply arrange her return. Your mother wasn’t being entirely serious about permanent estrangement."

"Are you still advancing this marriage alliance?"

"Yes, we are committed to this path. I’ll eventually convince your sister this arrangement serves her best interests and the family’s strategic position. But I’ll allow her time to cool her emotions first. Let’s characterize this as an extended visit to you, and she’ll return home soon enough." He maintained his diplomatic composure despite my mother’s sharp complaints clearly audible in the background.

"Advise Mom to control her temper. This situation escalated beyond reason, and that’s entirely her responsibility."

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