Chapter 4: The House of Cards
The ballroom was a cage now. The security team, who usually took orders from the Sterling-Vance family, stood at the doors, waiting for Arthur’s nod.
Eleanor was hysterical. "You can’t do this! We own this hotel! We own this city!"
"You own nothing," Arthur corrected. He turned to the crowd, his voice booming. "Ladies and gentlemen, the wedding is off. But the audit of Sterling-Vance Enterprises has just begun. Every contract signed in the last twenty years is now under review. Anyone who helped them hide the assets from my daughter will be prosecuted."
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The panic was palpable. Corporate sharks who had spent years kissing Eleanor’s ring now scrambled to distance themselves. Julian was on his knees, begging his mother to fix it, while she stared into the void, realizing her entire life was a lie based on stolen money.
Clara stood beside her father. She was covered in wine, wearing a coat that smelled of old world power, but for the first time, she wasn't a victim. She was the one holding the gavel.
