Chapter 7 - THE HEIR'S DESPERATION
Three miles away, in a luxury penthouse overlooking Central Park, Braden Vance slammed his fist into a priceless antique mirror.
Glass shattered across the hardwood floor as he breathed heavily, his slicked-back hair matted with sweat.
His phone buzzed incessantly on the marble kitchen island, displaying missed calls from frozen bank accounts and panicked lawyers.
"Damn her! Damn them all!" Braden screamed into the empty penthouse, kicking a designer armchair across the room.
The front door's security buzzer chimed loudly, echoing through the sprawling, silent apartment.
Braden snatched a heavy brass candlestick from the foyer table, creeping cautiously toward the entryway.
He unlocked the deadbolt and yanked the heavy oak door open, expecting federal marshals.
Instead, standing in the hallway was Chloe, his former fiancée and the daughter of a rival Wall Street titan.
Chloe took one look at the destroyed penthouse and smirked, stepping past him without an invitation.
"I heard the family empire collapsed before breakfast, Braden," Chloe mocked, tossing her designer handbag onto the sofa.
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"Get out of here, Chloe," Braden snarled, dropping the brass candlestick onto the rug. "I don't have time for your games."
"My father wants to buy up your liquidated stock for pennies on the dollar," Chloe said smoothly, sitting down.
