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The beam of the heavy-duty headlamp cut through the blinding blizzard, illuminating the crimson streaks of blood frozen against the white snow. / Chapter 10 / 32

Chapter 10 - Dawn of a New EmpireSix months later, the morning sun bathed the snow-capped peaks of Glacier National Park in a brilliant golden glow.

Standing on the private balcony of her Montana alpine estate, Victoria held her son, now nearly a year old, resting comfortably against her shoulder. The little boy laughed, reaching out small, chubby hands to catch the mountain breeze.

"Look at that view, little one," Victoria whispered, kissing the top of his soft brown hair. "We’re home."

Her phone buzzed on the patio table. She picked it up with one hand.

It was a notification from her legal team: All asset recovery operations finalized. Final transfer of the Prescott estate completed successfully.

She locked the screen, slipping the phone back into her pocket. Brandon was locked away in a concrete cell fifty feet underground, forgotten by the world he had tried to conquer. Gretchen was serving a fifteen-year sentence in a federal correctional facility upstate.

And Victoria?

She was richer, stronger, and more powerful than she had ever been before. They had tried to bury her in the ice, believing she would disappear into the snow. But they made one fatal mistake.

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Chapter 11 - Whispers Behind BarsThe iron bars of the federal penitentiary in Florence, Colorado, cast long, jagged shadows across Brandon Prescott’s concrete floor. Once accustomed to silk sheets and customized penthouses, Brandon now spent his days staring at chipped gray walls, the silence interrupted only by the distant, metallic clanging of heavy security doors.

Chapter 12 - The Shadow PartnerBack in New York, Victoria Prescott sat at the head of the polished oak boardroom table. Flanked by her top corporate strategists, she listened intently as her chief financial officer delivered his report.

Chapter 13 - The Confrontation at the ChaletThirty-six hours later, Victoria’s private jet touched down in Kalispell, Montana. She didn't head back to her main estate; instead, she drove straight to the isolated alpine chalet where Marcus Vance lived off the grid.

Chapter 14 - The True Mastermind"Explain yourself," Victoria demanded, her finger resting on the safety of her concealed weapon.

Chapter 15 - An Unholy AllianceVictoria stared at Marcus for a long, agonizing moment. Every instinct told her to trust no one—not after what Brandon had put her through. But as she looked at the financial data on the laptop screen, she saw the sheer genius of Marcus’s network.

Chapter 16 - The Silence of the CellDeep inside the maximum-security wing of a federal women's prison in New York, Gretchen Vance paced frantically inside her isolation cell. Her fingernails were bitten down to the quick, and dark circles stained her eyes.

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