Chapter 3 - The Snake in Designer Clothes
Alejandro walked down the remaining stairs slowly, his hands tucked inside his pockets. "Imposter? Richard, my wife is sitting upstairs in my bed. And you seem remarkably unbothered by her sudden resurrection."
Victoria stood up, her mascara smudged, her face twisted in desperation. "Alejandro, listen to your uncle! That woman is a fraud! I am your fiancée! We are getting married next month! She’s just a gold-digger hired by your corporate rivals to destroy our deal!"
"Fiancée?" Alejandro let out a dark, breathless laugh. "Victoria, I used you as a shield to draw out the rats in my company. I never touched you. I never loved you. And now, you've touched the only thing in this world I would burn down heaven and hell to protect."
Richard stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "Alejandro, as Vice Chairman, I am calling an emergency board meeting tonight to remove you as CEO due to mental instability. Look at yourself! You are ruining a multi-billion dollar alliance over a delusion!"
"Is it a delusion, Uncle?" Alejandro pulled out a small black flash drive from his pocket and tossed it onto the glass coffee table.
"What is that?" Victoria gasped.
"That," Alejandro explained coldly, "is the financial trace of the offshore account in the Cayman Islands that paid for the fake accident in Monte Carlo five years ago. It carries the digital signature of the Sterling Group... and the personal seal of Richard Vance."
Richard’s face went completely drain of color. "That's... that's a forgery!"
"Marcus!" Alejandro called out.
The double heavy doors of the foyer slammed open. Dozens of federal agents in tactical vests swept into the mansion, led by the Chief of the Federal Intelligence Bureau.
"Richard Vance, Victoria Sterling," the chief announced, pulling out a stack of arrest warrants. "You are under arrest for attempted murder, international extortion, corporate treason, and illegal restraint of a minor."
Victoria screamed as handcuffs were slapped onto her wrists. "No! Alejandro, help me! It was your uncle! He forced me into this!"
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Richard snarled like a cornered animal, pulling a hidden firearm from his coat jacket and aiming it straight at Alejandro’s chest. "If I go down, Vance Global dies with me!"
BANG!
