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The door to the guest room locked with a quiet, satisfying click. Outside, the muffled sounds of Derek shouting about the ruined risotto faded into the background, drowned out by the thunderous beat of my own heart. / Chapter 3 / 15

Chapter 3 - The Paper Trail of Lies

At 10:00 AM, while Allison was out taking a yoga class to escape her miserable reality, a black sedan pulled up to the residential gates of The Pinnacle Towers.

Arthur Vance himself stepped out, accompanied by two men in dark gray suits carrying leather briefcases. I let them into the penthouse using the secondary key access Arthur had brought with him.

"Mrs. Collins," Vance said, bowing his head respectfully. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Henry spoke of you constantly before his passing."

"Thank you, Arthur," I said, motioning for them to sit at the dining table—the very table Derek insisted on using for his grand displays of power. "What did the financial dive reveal?"

One of the men, a forensic auditor named Miller, opened his laptop. "Mrs. Collins, Derek Vance—no relation to me—has been living a complete lie. He holds a mid-tier managerial role at Sterling Financial. His salary is $110,000 a year. However, his luxury corporate lease for this unit costs $12,000 a month, which his firm subsidizes only because he claimed to be a primary shareholder in a local tech firm."

"Is he?" I asked.

"No," Miller replied grimly. "He forged the financial credentials. Furthermore, we audited his corporate accounts this morning under Apex Group's authority as the primary property owner. Derek has been embezzling client expense funds to cover his personal debts, credit cards, and the lease co-pays for this very condo."

I sat back, absorbing the depth of his deception. Derek wasn't just an abusive bully; he was a desperate fraudster frantically trying to maintain the illusion of wealth while stepping on everyone around him to stay afloat.

"Does Sterling Financial know?" I asked.

"Not yet," Vance said. "Richard Sterling, the CEO, believes Derek is a rising star. In fact, Sterling Financial is currently seeking a $20 million commercial credit line from Apex Capital—your trust."

I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking over the Charlotte skyline. "Richard Sterling is coming here tonight for dinner. Derek wants me to cook for him."

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The heavy brass key felt impossibly cold against my palm, yet the metal hummed with a quiet, persistent gravity. I stared down at the simple platinum band on my left ring finger—the same ring Mara had slipped onto my hand twelve years ago in a quiet ceremony by the coast. She had always joked that my fingerprints would eventually wear the metal down to a thread.

The heavy brass key felt impossibly cold against my palm, yet the metal...

I didn’t wipe the blood from my nose. I let it drip onto the pristine white bodice of my ten-thousand-dollar wedding gown, watching the crimson bloom against the silk like ink on parchment.

I didn’t wipe the blood from my nose. I let it drip onto the pristine wh...

The shards of crystal caught the cold light of the recessed kitchen ceiling, scattering tiny prisms across the imported Italian marble. I didn’t move immediately. I stayed crouched on the floor, the blood humming faintly in my ears, while Claudia’s sharp heels clicked away toward the foyer, her displeasure radiating like a physical chill.

The shards of crystal caught the cold light of the recessed kitchen ceil...

Vance smiled thinly. "How would you like us to handle this, Mrs. Collins?"

"Let him host his dinner," I said, my voice hardening. "Let him put on his little performance. And right when he feels he is at the pinnacle of his success, we will pull the floor out from under him."

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