Chapter 3 - The Viper's Nest
It took less than forty-eight hours to catch them.
I was sitting in my downtown office, staring at my laptop screen. The live feed from my living room showed Victoria pouring two glasses of expensive scotch. The front door opened, and Marcus walked in, tossing his keys onto the console table like he owned the place.
They didn't just kiss; they celebrated.
"The nanny is gone, and the idiot has no idea," Marcus laughed, sipping his drink. "Once the offshore accounts are fully transferred on Friday, we take the kids and fly to Zurich. He'll be left with nothing."
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Victoria smiled, a cold, empty expression that made my stomach turn. "He works so much, he barely notices his own shadow. Getting him to sign those 'tax documents' last week was almost too easy."
They were planning to steal my entire company, drain my accounts, and kidnap my sons. I felt a surge of rage so violent my vision blurred. I wanted to drive home and tear him apart. But I forced myself to stay calm. Revenge, I knew, was a dish best served legally binding and utterly devastating.
