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MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 47
Adrian Sinclair was dead.I read the line three times before my brain actually processed it. The front page of the Financial Times, folded neatly on my desk where Sarah always left it. _ELIAS SINCLAIR, 84, FOUND DEAD AT ESTATE. MAGNATE'S DEATH SENDS SHOCKWAVES THROUGH BUSINESS CIRCLE._I threw the newspaper in my hand onto the table in disbelief. The paper slid and knocked over my coffee.Elias Sinclair. Vivian's grandfather. The old man who had once made me wait three hours in his reception just to tell me I had no vision. Dead.That disbelief soon changed into perplexity. There had been no sign at all. No press release about illness, no whispers on the board, no hospital rumors. A man that big doesn't just die quietly. And he had been the last real stabilizing pillar in the Lancaster old guard. If he was gone, Sinclair's shares, his holdings, his alliances — everything was suddenly in play. I had a feeling things would get rough soon for the country's business world, and rougher fo
MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 46
VivianDamien arrived at almost midnight.I had been sitting on the top step of the porch for hours, my phone dead in my hand, staring at the driveway. The estate was finally quiet. I had told the staff to turn off most of the lights after I sealed the news, and the darkness made the place feel like it was holding its breath.When his headlights finally cut through the gate, I stood up.We both stood on the porch for a while just staring at each other. The porch light was casting a soft yellow circle over us and the crickets were loud. I wanted to say something — I'm sorry for what I said, thank you for coming, I was scared — but I just couldn't find the words. My throat closed every time I tried.He looked tired. His shirt was untucked from earlier, his hair messy like he had been running his hands through it.Then he raised his hand. He was holding a white plastic bag with grease stains at the bottom.He showed me the Chinese takeout he had brought, saying that he figured that I had
MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 45
AdrianI switched the TV off in annoyance.The click of the remote was louder than it should have been in my office. For three days, every news station had turned me into a cash cow. My face, Celeste's face, a graphic of Lancaster stock dipping and rising like a heartbeat. _Lancaster Heir's Marriage Contract Leaked. Love or Leverage?_ They had analysts I had never met explaining my motives to the public. They had body language experts analyzing a photo of me holding a car door open for Celeste and concluding I looked "financially obligated."I was as mad as I had ever been.I stood there with the remote in my hand, staring at the black screen, and the first instinct that rose in me was to call legal and shut it all down. Injunctions, cease-and-desist letters, suits. I knew five firms that would have done it before midnight.But I couldn't. Even worse, I knew that any action to silence them would only result in public backlash. It would look like an admission. It would make the lie loo
MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 44
VivianMy drive home was borderline reckless.I don't even remember leaving the office. One moment Damien's hand was on the door, closing it gently, and the next I was behind the wheel with my engine screaming. I ran two reds on 6th. I took the turn to the estate road so fast the tires screeched. My phone was beeping non-stop on the passenger seat — traffic charges, automated fines, _You have been fined for exceeding speed limit, You have been fined for running a red light._ I ignored every single one.My grandfather's estate was lit up like it was hosting a gala. That had never happened at 9 p.m. on a Tuesday. Every outside light was on, the driveway floodlights, the lights on the second floor balcony. The sight of it made my hand grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white and I swerved hard past the gardener who was standing by the gate, staring at me.I didn't even park properly. I left the car at an angle and got out.The butler — Mr. Albie — was at the front door and
MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 43
VivianMy secretary knocked twice before she came in. I didn't look up at first."We've completed the leak," she said.I kept my eyes on the window. The city block below was in its usual afternoon crawl, cars inching, people small as ants."The specifics? All of it?" I asked."As you requested. The marriage arrangement, the clauses tied to the Lancaster financial situation, the timeline. It's out."I finally smiled. I could feel it spreading slowly across my face."And the reception?" I asked, still watching the street.She exhaled, and that alone told me it had landed. "Wild. Wilder than we projected."That made me turn my chair a fraction."How wild?"She opened the tablet in her hands and started listing, her voice picking up speed. "Three major financial news stations picked it up within the first hour. Business Insider ran a push alert. Then the gossip outlets took it. By noon it was trending on two platforms. The speculations —"She paused to scroll."They're saying Lancaster is
MY HUSBAND KILLED OUR MARRIAGE. I BURIED HIS EMPIRE. Chapter 42
AdrianI let the call ring.One. Two. Three.Not because I didn’t hear it. I did. Whitmore’s name on the screen, loud and insistent. I let it ring to give him the impression I was busy. That I was working on something important. A subtle reminder that I had priorities that didn’t begin and end with his daughter and his merger.It was petty. I knew it. But it was all I had left that felt like control.On the fourth ring, I picked up.“Mr. Whitmore,” I said.His voice came through, but it wasn’t the same voice from the club. At the club he’d been smooth. In charge. Now there was something else under it.Uncertainty.“Adrian,” he said. “My investigators found something. About Lancaster’s financial exposure. The risk.”My stomach dropped.Investigators.He had hired private investigators. To look into my company.Which meant he didn’t trust me. Not fully. Not ever. If he was digging into my books behind my back, what else was he digging into?My house? My phone? Celeste?The feeling was l
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