The beam of the heavy-duty headlamp cut through the blinding blizzard, illuminating the crimson streaks of blood frozen against the white snow.
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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.
"Mail call, Prescott!" a guard barked, tossing a single white envelope through the slot.
Brandon didn’t move for a long time. His hands, once manicured and adorned with expensive watches, were rough and calloused from prison labor. Slowly, he crawled across the floor and picked up the envelope. There was no return address.
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Inside was a single glossy photograph. It showed Victoria, radiant in an emerald silk dress, holding a toddler with dark, bright eyes against the backdrop of a sprawling Montana estate. Across the bottom of the photo, written in sharp, elegant handwriting, were five words: We are still thriving, Brandon.
He let out a choked, guttural cry, crumpling the picture into a tight ball before his knees gave out entirely.
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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.
Chapter 17 - The Eradication of Prescott IndustriesThree months later, the final blow was struck.
