Chapter 5
He Faked His Death, So I Ruined His Empire
Chapter 5
Clara’s trembling fingers could barely grip the heavy silver pen. She stared at the thick stack of legal documents Victor had placed on the leather sofa beside her, the words blurring together into a sea of meaningless black ink.
"Victor," Clara whispered, her voice cracking. "If I sign
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The morning sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, sharp shadows across the hardwood.
Clara stood in front of the guest bedroom mirror, staring at her reflection. She hardly recognized the woman looking back at her. The dark circles under her ey
Chapter 7
Chapter 7
The silence in the boardroom was absolute. It was the kind of heavy, suffocating quiet that only occurs when powerful men realize they have just been thoroughly outplayed.
Beatrice Thorne clutched the edge of the glass table, her knuckles white. "You can't do this," she gasped, her voic