Chapter 15
"Get out of my house, Marcus," Vanessa ordered softly, her voice carrying the absolute, unquestionable authority of an American queen.
The private security guards stepped forward, firmly taking Marcus by the arms and guiding him out the heavy oak front doors.
The door swung shut with a solid, definitive thud that echoed through the empty luxury estate like the slamming of a prison cell.
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Vanessa walked over to the bookshelf, gently tracing her fingers along the wooden spine of a volume resting beside the framed US flag.
She took a slow, deep, satisfying breath, feeling the suffocating weight of years of silent deception lift completely from her shoulders.
