Chapter 7 - THE GHOST SPEAKS
We couldn't trust the local authorities. Victor owned the police commissioner. We needed to bypass the system entirely.
That night, from a secure safe house, I logged onto every major social media platform. Using the funds from the vault, I hired a massive digital marketing firm to hijack the trending algorithms.
At 8:00 PM, prime time, I didn't release a statement. I released a video.
It was a video Mr. Harrison had recorded on his iPad three days before Eleanor and I got married.
The video flooded the internet. On the screen, Eleanor sat up in her hospital bed. She looked frail, but her eyes burned with absolute, terrifying clarity.
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“My name is Eleanor Sterling,” she said to the camera. “My stepson, Victor, claims I am senile. I am not. Victor is a murderer. He killed my son, David. He has stolen millions. I am marrying Leo, my caretaker, not because he asked me to, but because I begged him to. Leo is a good man. And I am leaving him my entire empire so he can tear Victor’s life to the ground.”
The internet exploded. The video garnered twenty million views in an hour. The smear campaign Victor had built collapsed instantly. The public narrative violently shifted. I wasn't a predator; I was a protector.
