The heavy steel elevator doors slid shut, cutting off the sound of Victor's laughter as security dragged him away in handcuffs. But his final, poisoned words stayed right there in the hallway, echoing inside Clara's head like a ticking bomb.

Check your precious CEO desk, Clara. He was buying my stock before your mother even died.

Clara stood frozen on the polished granite floor, her breath catching in her throat. A cold wave of shock washed over her skin. She slowly turned her head to look up at Lucian. He stood right beside her, his tall frame relaxed and his handsome face glowing with the warm victory of seeing their...