Chapter 18
A New Dawn Over Vancewood
Two weeks later, the morning sun broke over the Manhattan skyline, casting brilliant golden light through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Clara and I sat in the executive corner office of the Vancewood Holding Corporation, surrounded by legal teams and financial auditors.
The court had formally restored Clara’s full birthright, appointing her as the sole owner and Chief Executive Officer of the firm.
Arthur Vance was being held without bail at a maximum-security federal facility, facing life imprisonment for murder and treason.
Dr. Mercer and Sterling had both accepted plea bargains, agreeing to testify against Arthur in exchange for reduced sentences.
Clara wore a tailored dark blue suit, her hair styled with elegant confidence, looking every bit the sovereign heiress she was born to be.
The scars on her wrists were still visible, but she no longer hid them beneath long sleeves; they were marks of survival.
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“Mr. Vance,” Marcus Croft said, handing me a leather folder containing our updated marriage agreement documents.
“Under the terms of the revised trust, you are now officially appointed as Vice Chairman with full voting rights.”
