Vows Written in Blood
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While my husband ignored my frantic calls to sip champagne with his mistress, someone was driving my father and son off a cliff. Julian claimed his phone died during a crucial merger. He played the grieving widow perfectly for the cameras. But when I found the cut brakes, the altered life insurance, and the offshore transfers, my tears dried. He thought he broke me. He doesn't realize that a woman with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous creature alive. Let the games begin.
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Chapter 1
"Move the root ball two degrees to the left, Carlos. It needs to align perfectly with the primary irrigation trench, or the soil erosion will drown it by October." Clara Vance stood at the edge of the sprawling Bel Air estate, her designer boots caked in a thin layer of damp earth. She pointed a manicured finger toward the massive, fifty-year-old Japanese maple dangling from the crane. "Two degrees? Boss, you sure?" Carlos called down from the cab of the excavator, wiping sweat from his brow. "It looks dead center from up here!""I'm positive," Clara shouted back, raising her voice over the roar of the diesel engine. "The blueprints don't lie, and neither does the grading. If we don't seat it correctly, Mr. Henderson is going to complain about the aesthetics of his koi pond, and I am not refunding a fifty-thousand-dollar tree. Two degrees, Carlos! Drop it slow!""You got it, Mrs. Vance!" Clara stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she methodically assessed the landscape. As the heiress to the Vance shipping empire, she didn't have to work. She could have spent her days lunching at country clubs and hosting charity galas, just as her husband, Julian, frequently suggested. But landscape architecture was her sanctuary. It was a world of order, precision, and tangible growth—a stark contrast to the hollow, glittering society she had been born into.Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her tailored blazer. Clara pulled it out, expecting a text from Julian. He was downtown pitching a massive commercial real estate merger to the Sterling family today. Instead, the screen flashed an unknown local number. She swiped to answer, pressing the phone to her ear as the crane whined in the background. "Clara Vance speaking.""Mrs. Clara Vance?" a deep, gravelly voice asked. The connection was staticky, layered with the rhythmic thrum of heavy rain and wailing sirens. "Yes, this is she. Who is calling?" "Ma'am, this is Officer Davies with the California Highway Patrol. Are you related to a Robert Vance?"Clara’s posture stiffened. The methodical, business-oriented part of her brain instantly cataloged the tone of the officer's voice. It wasn't a courtesy call. "Robert is my father. Is something wrong? He's supposed to be driving up the Pacific Coast Highway right now. He's taking my six-year-old son, Leo, to the Monterey Aquarium for the weekend."There was a heavy, agonizing pause on the other end of the line. Clara’s breath hitched. "Officer Davies? I asked you a question.""Mrs. Vance, I need you to listen to me very carefully," the officer said, his voice stripped of all professional detachment, leaving only a grim urgency. "There's been an accident on Highway 1, just south of the Bixby Bridge. A black SUV registered to your father went through the guardrail."
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