The silence in the boardroom was absolute, dense, and suffocating. It was the kind of silence that preceded a devastating implosion. The board members—mostly elderly men in bespoke suits who had coasted on my financial projections for the last three years—stared at Silas Thorne as if he

The boardroom evacuated with the speed of a sinking ship. The board members scrambled over each other to sign Silas's hastily drafted surrender documents, desperate to wash their hands of the radioactive fallout Julian and Victoria had created.

I didn't stay to watch the ink dry. My pa

The legal destruction of Julian Sterling took exactly forty-eight hours to finalize.

By Tuesday morning, my attorneys had frozen his personal bank accounts, citing the commingling of embezzled corporate funds. By Wednesday afternoon, the bank had foreclosed on the penthouse, and the le