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The heavy oak doors of the Morrison estate didn't just open—they flew off their traditional hinges, battered aside by a detachment of federal-grade corporate security personnel. / Chapter 6 / 20

Chapter 6 - A New Dawn at Apex GlobalThe next morning, the financial news channels were in a complete state of frenzy.

BREAKING: MORRISON INDUSTRIES COLLAPSES OVERNIGHT FOLLOWING FEDERAL RAID. APEX GLOBAL ANNOUNCES FULL ACQUISITION OF MORRISON ASSETS FOR $1. MYSTERIOUS BILLIONAIRE CEO 'C. VANCE' UNVEILED AS MASTERMIND BEHIND TAKEOVER.

I sat in my penthouse office on the 80th floor of Apex Tower, sipping a cup of warm chamomile tea while looking out over the glittering skyline of the city. The sun was rising, washing the glass skyscrapers in brilliant gold.

The intercom on my mahogany desk chimed softly.

"Madam CEO," Arthur’s voice came through the speaker. "The legal filings are complete. The Morrison assets have been liquidated into the Victoria Vance Foundation—named in honor of your daughter."

"Thank you, Arthur," I replied smoothly. "And the former Mr. Morrison?"

There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by the sound of rustling papers.

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His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive scotch he’d consumed with Natalie. He looked around the pristine, designer-furnished foyer. The lights were on. The marble floors gleamed. But the house was dead silent—no sound of Claire dragging her swollen feet across the hardwood, no warm scent of tea or baking, no soft hum of the prenatal podcasts she listened to obsessively.

His chest tightened, a sharp, cold panic piercing through the expensive...

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Two weeks had passed since Lena Moretti—formerly Lena Vance—walked out of Dante’s life, leaving behind an empire of glass, steel, and golden handcuffs. Now, sitting at a small laminate table with the ultrasound printouts clutched in her trembling hands, her life had completely fractured.

The silence of the boutique hotel room was a heavy, suffocating blanket....

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voice.

The silence stretched for three agonizing seconds before I found my voic...

"He’s currently trying to find a public shelter," Arthur said with mild amusement. "His credit cards have all been declined, his mother’s friends have blocked his number, and his new girlfriend walked out on him the moment the police uncuffed her at the precinct."

A small, satisfied smile touched my lips. Karma didn't rush, but when it arrived, it made sure to collect every single penny of interest.

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