I was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison for my billionaire adoptive father’s death. As the guards prepared to take me away, my mother-in-law pretended to cry while my husband gently rested his hand on his pregnant mistress’s belly. They believed they’d stolen my freedom and gained control of a nearly $5 billion empire. I simply smiled and revealed one name: “Clara Thorne.” My husband’s expression changed instantly. Seconds later, the prosecutor shouted, “Stop the transfer!” But the secret surrounding his first wife’s disappearance five years earlier was only the beginning…

“The board meeting convenes in twenty minutes, Eleanor,” Harrison said, handing me a leather briefcase containing the emergency federal restitution order.

“Let’s not keep them waiting, Harrison,” I replied.

At eleven o’clock that morning, the heavy, bronze-inlaid mahogany double doors of the fiftieth-floor boardroom of **Vance Holdings** swung open without warning.

Inside, thirty-four senior executives, foreign investors, and investment bankers sat around the sixty-foot African walnut conference table.

At the head of the table sat **Nolan Brooks**—the former junior vice president whom Silas had promoted to Chief Executive Officer forty-eight hours after my conviction. Nolan was in the middle of presenting a slide deck titled: **PROJECT BOURBON: ASSET CONVERSION & DUBAI RESTRUCTURING**.

Beside him sat Khloe, wearing my Chanel jacket, an open ledger before her.

When the heavy doors hit the wall with a thunderous *BANG*, Nolan stopped speaking mid-sentence.