Chapter 8 - Confronting the freezing reality of a staged memory loss accident orchestrated by ruthless corporate board members to steal the family fortune and inheritance rights.
"Shut your mouth, Victoria," Liam commanded, his voice dropping into a register so cold and lethal that the entire room went dead silent.
Victoria recoiled as if she had been physically struck, her face draining of all color as she looked at her husband's terrifying expression.
"You knew about this, didn't you? You knew Clara was alive and you helped my mother bury her in a domestic disguise," Liam accused.
"I... I didn't know anything! Your mother handled the wedding arrangements and the prenuptial trusts!" Victoria stammered in absolute panic.
Eleanor stepped forward, her posture rigid and unyielding as she attempted to stare down her only son with decades of manipulative authority.
"We did what was necessary to protect the Sterling conglomerate from a gold-digger who cared more about power than family," Eleanor declared.
"She is my wife, and this is my son," Liam stated, stepping between the matriarch and Clara with absolute, unshakeable protection.
"She signed away her rights, Liam! Legally, she is nothing more than a maid working in this house!" Eleanor shouted, losing her composure.
"Not according to the federal indictment I just transmitted to the United States Attorney's office five minutes ago," Liam replied smoothly.
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The lawyers standing behind Eleanor gasped in unison, their briefcases slipping from their hands and hitting the Persian rug with a thud.
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