Chapter 19
Elena felt her knees trembling, but she forced herself to stand tall, staring into the eyes of the devil himself.
"You used me," Elena whispered, her voice trembling with intense rage and hurt.
"You let them beat me in that ballroom... you watched them bruise my back!"
"I needed the ballroom incident to be shocking enough to ruin Montgomery instantly," Edward admitted without a shred of remorse.
"Your bruises were the perfect catalyst to rally public opinion and force the FBI's hand."
"And now that Montgomery is in prison and the company is restructuring..."
"You are going to have a tragic accident, just like your father."
Chief Vance stepped up beside Edward, pulling a silenced pistol from his shoulder holster with a metallic slide.
"Make it look like a suicide brought on by the trauma of the scandal, Vance," Edward ordered casually.
"The press will buy the story, and I will resume full sole control of Sterling Global tomorrow morning."
Elena looked at the silenced barrel pointed at her chest, her mind locking into survival mode.
She slowly reached her hand behind her back toward the heavy bronze statue resting on the side table.
"You think you've won, don't you, Edward?" Elena whispered, her dark eyes flashing with lethal fury.
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"I don't think I've won, my dear," Edward replied, turning toward the door.
"I know I've won."
