Chapter 7 - Stripped of Everything
Clara stood tall inside Roman’s black tuxedo jacket, her face calm and unyielding.
"You tried to kill my father for exposing the truth, Nolan," Clara said softly, her voice cold as ice. "And tonight, your girlfriend tried to publicly strip me of my dignity in front of the whole city. You didn't care about mercy when you thought we were weak. You don't get to ask for it now."
The federal agents dragged Nolan Whitmore out of the grand ballroom, his frantic sobs fading into the hotel hallway.
Sloane Harrington stood alone in the center of the dark marble floor, her glittering champagne dress now looking absurd and hollow. The very guests who had cheered her minutes ago moved away from her as if she carried a deadly disease.
"As for you, Sloane," Roman said, his voice dropping into a register that made the room shiver. "Your father's firm relies entirely on my syndicate's logistics network. By midnight, your family's commercial shipping permits will be permanently revoked."
Sloane gasped, clutching her neck as if she couldn't breathe. "Roman, please! I didn't know she was your wife! I thought she was nobody!"
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"That's your flaw, Sloane," Clara interjected quietly. "You think anyone without a fortune is nobody. But tonight, a waitress just brought your entire empire to its knees."
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