Chapter 2: The Ghost of Greed
The woman was Victoria Sterling, a name that had been scrubbed from the history books. Six years ago, Arthur had staged a car accident, convinced the world she was dead, and seized her massive inheritance through a falsified will. He had told the world their daughter, Lily, was a product of an affair with a maid, hiding her away in his suburban fortress while he lived off Victoria’s fortune.
In the safety of a penthouse overlooking the city skyline, Victoria sat Lily down. Her rage was a controlled fire.
"He told you I was dead, didn't he?" Victoria asked, her voice steady despite the fury vibrating in her hands.
"He said you didn't love me," Lily whispered, clutching a warm mug of cocoa. "He said I was a mistake."
Victoria’s heart fractured, but she didn't weep. She was a CEO, a strategist who had survived the corporate shark tanks of Manhattan. She had spent six years in hiding, recovering from her injuries and amassing the resources to dismantle Arthur’s life piece by piece.
"He stole everything, Lily. My life, my identity, and most importantly, he stole you. But he made one mistake tonight. He threw you away."
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Victoria picked up her phone and dialed a private number. "It’s me. The operation starts now. I want the forensic accountants on the Miller accounts by dawn. I want every offshore transfer, every shell company, and every falsified document Arthur ever touched."
She wasn't just going to sue him for custody. She was going to erase his existence.
