Chapter 10 - The Eviction of Pride
By 2:00 AM, the city below our penthouse suite had gone dark, save for the flickering amber lights of distant traffic. Daniel had fallen asleep on the sofa, thoroughly exhausted from the weeks of stress and secrecy that had culminated in today's showdown.
I pulled on a silk robe and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the skyline. Vance Global's headquarters stood tall in the distance, its spire glowing against the night sky. For the first time, I felt like I truly belonged to that legacy.
The dress—my grandmother's dress—was hanging neatly in the garment bag near the wardrobe, safe and preserved.
Everything was in place. The legal battle would be fierce over the coming months, but Arthur had guaranteed that Victoria had no legal leg to stand on. Her greed had left a paper trail so wide a blind man could follow it. We were safe. The nightmare was finally over.
I smiled, feeling a deep, profound peace wash over me. I walked toward the bed, ready to finally sleep without fear haunting my dreams.
Then, a sudden, heavy sound cut through the silence.
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*Knock. Knock. Knock.*
Three sharp, deliberate knocks on the suite door.
