Chapter 12 - THE PENTHOUSE RETREAT
The black luxury car glided smoothly through the security gates of a high-security residential skyscraper in downtown Chicago.
Mariana looked up at the towering glass monolith where her private penthouse suite occupied the entire top floor.
She stepped out of the vehicle into the underground parking garage, her ruby red gown sweeping the pristine floor.
Her personal security detail, standing at attention near the private elevator, bowed respectfully as she approached.
"Welcome home, Ms. Vance. The legal team is waiting for you in the penthouse conference room," the lead guard reported.
Mariana nodded curtly, stepping into the private elevator as the mirrored doors slid shut with a soft chime.
She watched her reflection in the glass, touching her bruised cheek once more before lowering her hand.
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The weak, abused wife Richard married three years ago was dead and buried beneath the mansion floor.
In her place stood an untouchable corporate monarch ready to reclaim her entire kingdom.
