Chapter 10 - The False Victory
I took a sip of my champagne, savoring the absolute taste of victory.
My toxic family was finally facing the consequences of their own actions.
My father was free, but entirely bankrupt, and Madison was completely abandoned by the cartel boss she had worshipped.
My stolen fifty thousand dollars had been fully restored to my bank account, with interest.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the glittering skyline of Chicago.
I had built a brand new empire for myself out of the ashes of their abuse.
Silas smiled warmly from across the luxury penthouse, raising his own glass to toast my incredible success.
He told me I deserved every single bit of happiness and power I had acquired tonight.
I turned to thank him for standing by my side through the entire nightmare.
Then Silas set his crystal glass down on the mahogany table.
He walked over to the heavy steel doors of the penthouse and turned the deadbolt, locking us inside.
He reached into his tailored suit jacket and pulled out a heavy, suppressed handgun.
He pointed the barrel directly at my chest, his warm smile vanishing into an expression of absolute, terrifying coldness.
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"You did perfectly, Claire," Silas whispered, his dark eyes entirely devoid of humanity.
"But Victor Kaine wants his thirty million dollars back, and I am the man he hired to collect it."
