Chapter 11
She climbed into the back of the limousine, slamming the heavy door shut with all her remaining strength and fury.
The vehicle glided silently down the long, tree-lined driveway, disappearing into the vast expanse of the American suburbs.
Inside the mansion, a profound, cleansing silence settled over the marble halls, washing away months of toxic tension.
Marcus walked down the stairs alone, his charcoal grey suit jacket draped neatly over his arm as he entered the study.
He poured a glass of aged bourbon, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the tail lights vanish.
His corporate empire was secure, his son was safe, and the cancer within his household had finally been excised.
He picked up his secure desk phone, dialing his chief corporate attorney to initiate immediate divorce and asset freezing proceedings.
"File all motions under seal immediately, and ensure she receives zero access to any shared trust accounts," Marcus commanded crisply.
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"Consider it done, Mr. Sterling. We'll have her locked out of every financial institution before the morning bell rings," the attorney replied.
Marcus hung up the phone, taking a slow sip of his bourbon as a faint, satisfied smirk touched the corner of his lips.
