CHAPTER 4
Three hundred miles away in a high-rise Manhattan penthouse overlooking Central Park, thirty-five-year-old Elena Sterling stared at her computer monitor with eyes ablaze. The digital video feed streamed directly from Charles’s secure server, exposing her daughter’s terror in agonizing, undeniable detail.
Elena’s hands curled into tight fists over her mahogany desk, her knuckles turning stark white as she watched Victoria push her innocent little girl into the deep water. Two years of forced exile, fabricated legal threats, and agonizing separation dissolved instantly into pure, unadulterated maternal vengeance.
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“Marcus, wake the legal team and dispatch the federal marshals immediately,” Elena commanded without turning around, her voice ringing like a tempered steel blade.
Her chief legal counsel stepped out of the shadows of the penthouse study, nodding gravely as he pulled out his phone to initiate the takedown. The woman who had been bullied out of her own home and child by a manipulative social climber was finally returning to claim what was hers.
