Chapter 4: The Final Reckoning
The arrest was clinical. There were no grand declarations, no drawn-out speeches.
Julian was pulled to his feet, his tailored suit jacket ripped in the process. He didn't fight back; he was already broken, his spirit having vanished the moment he realized the Vandermeer empire had withdrawn its protection. He looked like a man who had suddenly woken up from a fever dream, only to find himself in a nightmare from which there was no escape.
As they dragged him toward the elevator, Julian looked back one last time. He saw Victoria standing by the balcony, the city lights reflecting in her dark, merciless eyes. She didn't look angry anymore. She looked bored. To her, this wasn't a tragedy—it was just a necessary housecleaning.
"Victoria!" he wailed, his voice echoing in the marble hall. "Please, just tell them it's a mistake! I’ll do anything!"
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing him away from the woman who had been his entire foundation.
Victoria walked to the balcony. She opened the sliding glass doors, letting the cool night air wash over her. She pulled her phone out and made a second call.
"It's done, Dad," she said.
"And the company?" Marcus Vandermeer asked.
"I’m taking the CEO position tomorrow morning," she replied, looking out over the city that she now truly owned. "I have a few changes to make. Starting with cleaning up the mess he left behind."
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Behind her, the living room was empty. The mistress had been escorted out in handcuffs; the husband was headed for a federal holding cell; and the empire had been reclaimed by the only person who had the strength to hold it.
Victoria took a sip of her champagne, the bubbles crisp and cold against her tongue. She didn't mourn the marriage. She didn't mourn the man who had knelt on the floor like a coward. She simply turned her back on the wreckage and looked toward the future—a future that was finally, completely, hers. The lights of the city shimmered below, no longer just a view, but a kingdom she was ready to rule.
