Chapter 9 - The Cleanup Of The Estate
My father signaled his private housekeeping crew, who entered the living room with quiet, practiced efficiency to clear away the broken glass.
“We’re leaving this house tonight, Ava,” my father stated, placing his arm gently around my shoulders to guide me toward the private elevator.
“I never want you to step foot in this Connecticut mausoleum ever again.”
“What about the property deeds?” I asked, looking around at the vaulted ceilings where I had endured two years of silent isolation.
“The deed was transferred to my legal holdings five minutes ago,” my father smiled faintly, a spark of pride in his dark eyes.
“We’re auctioning off the entire estate by morning, and the proceeds are going directly to a battered women’s shelter in Manhattan.”
We stepped into the private elevator, descending down to the subterranean garage where a fleet of bulletproof Mercedes sedans awaited us.
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My baby stirred slightly against my chest, letting out a soft sigh before falling back into a deep, peaceful slumber.
The nightmare was finally over, but the war for our family’s global legacy was only just beginning to unfold across the financial district.
