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The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse master suite seemed to hum with the tension vibrating between Vincent and Sloan. / Chapter 23 / 30

Chapter 23 - Flight to Palm Beach

By 3:00 PM that afternoon, Vincent’s private Gulfstream touched down on the tarmac at Palm Beach International Airport. A black town car was waiting on the airstrip, arranged by Marcus within minutes of their departure from Southampton.

The drive to Eleanor’s sprawling Mediterranean-style estate on the ocean was executed in absolute, oppressive silence.

Sloan sat in the back seat, holding a sleeping Willa, her thoughts racing through the labyrinth of deception that had governed both of their lives. Vincent sat beside her, his fingers drumming a rhythmic, lethal tattoo against his knee—the telltale sign of an apex predator about to corner its prey.

The car glided through the wrought-iron gates of the Palm Beach estate, stopping beneath a grand stucco portico.

Eleanor Vance was sitting on the shaded veranda, wearing an oversized straw sunhat and linen resort wear, sipping sparkling water as if she were retired royalty enjoying an eternal vacation.

She didn't look surprised when Vincent and Sloan stepped out of the town car, walking side-by-side up the stone steps with the terrifying synchronization of an unstoppable force.

“Well,” Eleanor drawled, setting her glass down on the glass-topped table without rushing. “I didn't expect family visitors on a Saturday. Especially not family members who stripped me of my voting shares and exiled me to the coast.”

“Save the performance, Mother,” Vincent said, his voice dropping into an octave that made the surrounding estate staff instantly step back. He pulled the titanium ledger from his briefcase and tossed it onto her table, the metal clattering sharply against the glass. “Recognize it?”

Eleanor glanced down at the battered titanium case. For a split second, her composure wavered, a brief flicker of panic crossing her aging features before her iron mask slammed back into place.

“Where did you get that?” Eleanor asked coldly.

“A trespasser found it on our Southampton perimeter,” Sloan answered, her voice cutting like a razor. She stepped forward, towering over Eleanor’s chair. “It details your secret financial partnership with Marcus Carter’s failing venture lab from six years ago. You didn't just stumble upon my family's debts, Eleanor. You engineered them. You manipulated my father into taking loans he couldn't repay, and when he died, you used those very liabilities as a weapon to destroy me.”

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Evelyn’s fingers tapped rapidly against her scrub pocket, her expression locked in grim determination. The air inside the cramped storage closet smelled faintly of industrial detergent and powdered baby formula, a sterile scent that did little to calm the rising panic clawing at my throat.

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Eleanor leaned back in her wicker chair, a cold, humorless smile touching her lips.

“And what if I did?” Eleanor challenged softly, unblinking. “Marcus Carter was a desperate, incompetent man looking for a miracle. I simply gave him the rope to hang himself with. If you hadn't foolishly married his daughter, none of this would have ever crossed your radar, Vincent.”

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