Chapter 8
Victoria's father burst into her penthouse apartment on a rainy Tuesday morning, slamming the door behind him. "The banks just called, Victoria; our commercial loans have been recalled by the Vance corporation," he shouted.
Victoria looked up from her sofa, her hair unwashed and her eyes hollow from days of isolation. "Can't you talk to Julian? Surely he remembers how close our families were before this wedding nonsense," she pleaded weakly.
"Julian won't even take my calls, and his lawyers informed me our family business is being audited for fraud," her father said. The gravity of her actions finally penetrated her thick wall of entitlement and unyielding arrogance.
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She had thought her wealth and social status made her untouchable in a world governed by power. Instead, she discovered that true power belonged to those who practiced integrity and basic human decency.
There was no legal loophole, no wealthy savior, and no way to reverse the damage she caused.
