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The billionaire's maid was about to serve dinner... until one DNA test revealed she was the family's true heiress. / Chapter 5 / 6

Chapter 6 - THE FINAL BLOW

Headline: "The live stream that shocked the world! The shocking identity of the mastermind behind it all!"Chloe’s smile melted. Julian froze.

On the massive screens, a live video broadcast was playing. It wasn't a movie. It was a live feed of a local news station, New York One. On the screen, a news anchor was speaking over a scrolling red banner: VANCE EMPIRE EXPOSED: CHLOE VANCE AND JULIAN VANCE CAUGHT IN EXTORTION AND ATTEMPTED MURDER PLOT.

Playing on a continuous loop next to the anchor was crystal-clear, high-definition security footage from the library an hour ago. It showed Chloe screaming, pulling the silver letter opener, and stabbing Eleanor. It also showed Julian demanding the transfer of shares under threat of violence.

But that wasn't all.

Beneath the video feed was a live audio recording playing right now—broadcasting their current conversation in the dining room directly to the internet and the police.

"You... you're live-streaming this?" Chloe stammered, dropping her wine glass. It shattered on the table, a grim echo of the coffee cup from days before.

"Every word," Eleanor said calmly, taking a sip of her water. "The moment you entered this estate tonight, your warrants were already being signed. I didn't become the most powerful woman on Wall Street by letting amateur extortionists threaten my blood."

Sirens wailed in the distance. The loud, piercing screeches of police cruisers echoed through the twenty-acre estate, drawing closer and closer to the front mansion.

Julian panicked, grabbing his briefcase and sprinting toward the emergency exit. But the moment he threw the doors open, six heavily armed FBI agents stepped into the light, rifles raised.

"Julian Vance, put your hands above your head!"

Julian dropped the briefcase, his face pale as he was slammed against the marble floor and handcuffed.

Chloe sat frozen at the table. She looked at Eleanor, then at Maya—the girl who had arrived in a worn jacket with nothing but a backpack, who now sat in the seat of power.

"This isn't fair!" Chloe screamed, tears ruining her perfect makeup as agents approached her. "I am Chloe Vance! I am the heiress! You can't throw me out! I don't know how to be poor! Mother, please!"

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The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure terminal on my desk flashed a violent crimson. I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours, my eyes burning from staring at columns of ghost figures, duplicate invoices, and shell corporations linked to Dominic Rossi. But the red alert wasn’t from Rossi’s faction. It was an internal security flag originating from the estate’s main vault deep beneath the west wing.

The ink on the emergency audit report was barely dry when the secure ter...

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scatter...

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking...

"Do not call me mother," Eleanor said, her voice colder than the winter rain outside. "Your name is Chloe Harrison. You are the daughter of no one. Take her away."

As Chloe was dragged out kicking and screaming, her diamond jewelry clicking against the floor, the grand dining room finally fell silent.

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