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My thumb traced Arya’s elegant signature across the crisp, expensive paper. It was a prenuptial amendment—not just dividing assets, but formally establishing that in the event of my permanent "incapacitation," all voting shares of Corvino Holdings, our shipping infrastructure, and our real estate empire would immediately transfer to sole trusteeship under Dominic Vance, my cousin, and Arya herself. / Chapter 17 / 20

Chapter 17 - The Dawn of a New EraThe morning sun broke through the storm clouds, casting a golden glow across the harbor as my town car pulled back up to the estate gates.

The air felt lighter. The oppressive weight that had suffocated these halls for six months was finally gone.

I stepped out of the car, walking up the marble steps with my cane, my legs stronger with every passing day.

Tessa walked beside me, carrying her leather briefcase, her expression serene.

"Well," Tessa said as we walked through the grand front doors into the foyer. "I suppose you don't need a twenty-five-dollar-an-hour aide anymore."

I stopped, turning to face her.

"No," I agreed softly. "I don't."

Tessa’s expression flickered for a fraction of a second—a brief, unreadable shadow crossing her face before she nodded professionally. "I'll submit my formal transition paperwork to HR by noon. It's been an... unforgettable experience, Mr. Corvino."

She turned toward the door, ready to leave.

"Tessa," I said.

She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "Yes?"

"I didn't say you were fired," I walked closer, stopping just a foot away from her. "I said I don't need an aide anymore. But Corvino Holdings still needs a Chief Operating Officer. And more importantly... I need someone who isn't afraid to tell me the truth."

Tessa stared at me, her eyes widening slightly as the full meaning of my words settled in. A slow, radiant smile broke across her face—the first real, unburdened smile I had ever seen from her.

"That's quite a promotion, Vincent," she said softly.

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The word still hung in the air, tasting like ash and iron. My cheek throbbed from Julian’s blow, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the profound, icy numbness spreading through my chest.

The word still hung in the air, tasting like ash and iron. My cheek thro...

“Wire cutters? A bit cliché, aren’t they?” Richard’s voice echoed smoothly across the high-ceilinged foyer, devoid of any warmth. “Though I must admit, Emily, your survival instincts are truly annoying. Elena here ruining my masterpiece? Unforgivable.”

“Wire cutters? A bit cliché, aren’t they?” Richard’s voice echoed smooth...

Daniel’s face drained of color. He looked from my father’s quiet, dignified posture—still wiping wine from his glasses—to my calm, unblinking gaze. He knew me. He knew that when I spoke in that low, even tone, the bridge wasn't just burning; it was already ash.

Daniel’s face drained of color. He looked from my father’s quiet, dignif...

"Consider it hazard pay," I replied, extending my hand.

She took it, her grip warm, firm, and unbreakable.

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