Chapter 7 - THE FLAG AND THE FORTRESS
Inside the mansion, the US flag stood motionless against its wooden pole, guarding the secrets of the corrupt elite family.
Richard paced across the Persian rug, running a hand through his dark hair in mounting agitation.
"Mom, something feels wrong... she didn't cry. She didn't beg," Richard muttered anxiously.
Evelyn set her wine glass down on the mahogany side table with a sharp, echoing thud.
"She is a penniless orphan we pulled from obscurity, Richard. She has no power outside of this house," Evelyn reminded him coldly.
Neither of them knew that Mariana's name was secretly tied to the controlling shares of Vance-Sterling Global.
For three years, Mariana had allowed her husband to play the corporate king while she quietly held the foundational keys.
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The slap in the hallway wasn't just domestic abuse; it was the catalyst that triggered a multi-billion-dollar legal war.
The mansion's golden chandeliers seemed to dim as the first tremors of the impending financial earthquake hit.
