Chapter 3 - The Desperate AllianceThrown out of the mansion with nothing more than the clothes on her back and her designer handbag, Victoria sat in her luxury car parked just outside the wrought-iron gates, shaking with incandescent rage. Her social standing, her wealth, and her dreams of marrying into the inner circle of the Vance dynasty had evaporated in a single afternoon.
Her phone buzzed violently. It was a text message from Jonathan Cross, the ruthless CEO of Cross Industries and a long-time corporate enemy of the Vance family. “I saw your disgraceful exit on the security livestream,” Jonathan’s text read. “Meet me at the private docks in thirty minutes. If you want your revenge—and your money back—I have a proposal.”
Beneath the moonlight hitting the dark harbor waters, Victoria met Jonathan. He leaned against his black sports car, a sly, predatory grin plastered across his face. "The Vance siblings think they’ve won," Jonathan murmured, handing Victoria a thick manila folder. "They’re holding an emergency board meeting tomorrow morning to officially reinstate Clara as CEO. If we intercept those documents, hack into their digital registry, and frame Clara for corporate embezzlement using her old alias, the board will have no choice but to strip her of power permanently."
Victoria’s eyes narrowed into a dark, calculating slit. The humiliation she suffered on the grand staircase morphed into a bitter thirst for destruction. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice.
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