Chapter 10: A Clean Slate
Chapter 10: A Clean Slate
Six Months Later
The warm breeze of the Amalfi Coast ruffled the pages of the newspaper resting on a teakwood table. The front-page headline read: VANCE EMPIRE CRUMBLES: HEIR SENTENCED TO TWENTY YEARS.
Elena, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and oversized sunglasses, sipped a freshly made espresso on the deck of her private yacht. The stolen money had been quietly redistributed—half to the charities she controlled, and half kept to ensure she and Marcus would never have to look over their shoulders again.
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Her phone buzzed on the table. It was a secure text from Marcus: The dust has settled. We won.
Elena picked up the phone, typed back a single word—Checkmate—and tossed the phone into the sparkling blue ocean. She leaned back in her chair, a deeply satisfied, sly smile crossing her face as she looked out at the endless, open horizon.
