Chapter 10 - The Final Transfer
I left Maria to hand Sarah over to the arriving police forces and sprinted out of the hotel.
I stole a valet’s sports car and drove like an absolute maniac toward the private airstrip on the edge of town.
I crashed the car directly through the chain-link security gate, the metal tearing loudly against the windshield.
The sleek white jet was already taxiing down the dark runway, its engines whining with massive power.
I drove the ruined sports car directly into the path of the massive aircraft, slamming on the brakes.
The pilot was forced to kill the engines, the plane skidding to a violent halt just inches from my bumper.
I jumped out of the car, pulled the emergency release on the plane's door, and stormed into the cabin.
Two of Arthur's hired mercenaries tried to stop me, but I fought them with the furious strength of a desperate father.
I knocked them out and found Elena tied to a leather seat in the back of the cabin, crying hysterically.
I untied her gag, and she immediately began sobbing, begging for my forgiveness and swearing she was blackmailed.
I handed her my cell phone, which was already connected to the offshore banking terminal.
I ordered her to speak her full name and authorize the immediate reversal of the stolen funds.
Elena spoke clearly into the receiver, her voice trembling but loud enough to trigger the biometric system.
The screen flashed green, confirming that the fifty million dollars had been safely returned to my corporate accounts.
Six months later, the nightmare was finally nothing more than a bad memory.
Sarah and Arthur's remaining mercenaries were serving long sentences in a federal penitentiary.
Elena had cooperated with the authorities, earning leniency, and agreed to a quiet, permanent divorce.
Maria had transitioned from a fake nanny to my official head of corporate security, becoming a true member of our family.
Leo was thriving, completely unaware of how close he had come to losing everything.
We were finally safe, happy, and ready to rebuild our lives together in perfect peace.
I walked into my home office to review some standard contracts, feeling a deep sense of calm.
Sitting on the center of my desk was a sealed, handwritten envelope that had not been there an hour ago.
The handwriting on the envelope belonged to my deceased first wife.
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I tore it open and read a single sentence that made my blood run completely cold.
The letter said I needed to ask Maria exactly how my first wife actually died.
