Chapter 6 - THE RETALIATION
Though Marcus Vance was sitting in a federal holding cell awaiting trial, the poison of the Vance family had not been entirely purged.
In a dark, private suite at a high-end rehabilitation clinic on the outskirts of the state, Victoria Vance sat at a mahogany desk, staring at a laptop screen that displayed news articles about the launch of the West Foundation for Maternal Health.
Her face was pale, dark circles beneath her eyes, but her expression was consumed by an insane, burning obsession for revenge. She had lost her company, her high-society status, and her brother—all because of a housemaid and a six-year-old child from Terminal B.
Sitting opposite her was a tall, scarred man wearing a dark leather jacket—Ray Miller, an infamous corporate fixer and disgraced former private investigator who specialized in high-stakes blackmail and intimidation.
"You're sure she has no security detail?" Victoria spat, tossing a thick envelope filled with cash across the desk.
"Cameron West has private security at his main estate," Ray Miller replied in a raspy, tobacco-stained voice, counting the bills with practiced efficiency. "But Clara Carter attends a public community center downtown every Tuesday morning to organize the foundation's local food drives. She goes alone with the kid."
A cold, venomous smile spread across Victoria’s face. "Good. I don't want her dead, Ray. Death is too quick. I want her broken. I want you to take the kid."
Ray paused, looking up with a cold, mercenary glare. "Kidnapping a billionaire's ward is high-risk, Victoria. The FBI will be on it within an hour."
"Not if you frame it as a custody dispute with the child's biological father," Victoria countered, pulling a set of forged legal documents from her desk drawer. "I tracked down the deadbeat ex-boyfriend who abandoned Clara seven years ago—a local gambling addict named Jake Mercer. I paid his debts. He signed papers claiming Clara stole the child and ran away."
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Ray’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he took the forged legal papers. "A custody grab. Clean, messy enough to buy us twenty-four hours before the cops figure it out."
"Once you have the girl, hold her at the abandoned shipping yard in Newark," Victoria instructed, her eyes glowing with manic vengeance. "When Cameron West realizes he can't save his precious little street rat, he will sign over his personal shares in West Holdings to buy her back. I will take everything he owns."
