“My goodness, Vivienne. What are you doing here?” Chloe drawled, evaluating my off-the-rack coat with undisguised contempt. “The gala is strictly restricted to invited corporate guests and legitimate family.”
“I brought Sophia down to surprise Dominic,” I replied, holding my six-year-old daughter’s hand tightly as she clutched a handmade paper necklace she had spent all afternoon coloring for her father.
Chloe’s laughter was a brittle, ugly sound. “Surprise him? Your presence here is a massive liability, Vivienne. The executive vice president’s real family is already networking upstairs. His gorgeous fiancée, his brilliant young son, and his future in-laws… Having you loitering down here is extremely distasteful. Leave before I call security to escort you out.”
“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” Sophia whimpered, burying her face in my coat.
Her trembling voice severed my paralyzing shock. A dormant, tectonic rage began to rumble deep within my chest. I dropped to one knee to cover Sophia’s ears, then stood back up, locking my gaze onto Chloe’s smirk with a clarity so freezing it could shatter glass.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the private, encrypted line of the most dangerous fixer on the eastern seaboard.
“Who are you calling?” Chloe sneered. “Your poor mother in the suburbs to cry about it?”
She had absolutely no idea that my maiden name was Sterling. Vivienne Sterling.
In the United States, anyone operating within high finance, federal politics, or elite commercial real estate spoke the Sterling name with hushed, absolute reverence. We were an old-money empire. I was the youngest sibling to three titans: Arthur Sterling, a U.S. Senator; Edward Sterling, Executive VP of Sovereign Heritage Trust; and Victor Sterling, the CEO of Sterling Capital and the undisputed shadow-king of corporate fixers.
I had hidden my lineage from Dominic to ensure he loved me for me, not my father’s bank accounts. My brothers had furiously opposed our marriage but ultimately respected my stubbornness, secretly subsidizing Dominic’s failing firm behind the scenes so he could play the part of the successful provider.
The dial tone rang once.
“Viv?” Victor’s deep, razor-sharp voice materialized, instantly detecting the abnormal silence. “What’s wrong?”
I stared at Chloe, the storm brewing in my eyes matching the hurricane raging outside.
“Victor, I am standing in the ground-floor lobby of Vanguard Horizon. Sterling Capital holds the primary shadow stake in this firm, correct?”
A subtle shift occurred in the static. “We do,” Victor murmured, his tone dropping into something lethal. “What happened there, Viv?”
“Dominic brought another woman to his corporate gala. He is parading her around as his wife. His secretary just threatened to have security drag us out into the freezing rain. Sophia is crying, Victor. Her heart is broken.”
An absolute, terrifying silence radiated from the other end. “I see,” Victor said softly. “That arrogant little nobody has forgotten his exact place in the food chain. What do you require from your brothers, Viv?”
I looked up at the opulent crystal chandelier above the marble floor. “I want you to obliterate him, his new mistress, and every single executive who enabled this. Rip away every dime, every title, and every piece of status they believe they own. Strip them to the bone.”
“Understood. The operation initiates now,” Victor stated. “Take Sophia and leave the building.”
“No,” I replied, my voice hard as flint. “I am going to watch the end of their world with my own two eyes.”
“Give me exactly three minutes,” Victor said.
The line went dead. I slid the phone into my pocket and straightened my spine, pulling my shoulders back. The sudden, regal shift in my physical posture caused Chloe to flinch involuntarily, setting off a chain of events that would shatter her elitist arrogance forever…
