Chapter 7 - The Severing
The silence that fell over the library was thicker than the snow outside.
Genevieve stared at me, her sharp features hardening into an expression of disbelief. “What did you say?”
“You built this empire on the belief that bloodlines are something you can prune and curate like your award-winning roses,” I said, stepping toward her desk. “You thought you could buy off, scare away, or crush anyone who didn't fit into your archaic, sterile vision of social perfection.”
“I made you!” she hissed, stepping out from behind the desk, her manicured fingers trembling with rage. “I groomed you to lead this company! I sacrificed my entire marriage, my entire life, to ensure the Vane name stood above the common filth of this city! And you would throw that away for a waitress from North Dakota and two illegitimate bastards?”
*Smack.*
The sound of my open hand slamming onto the mahogany desk cracked through the room like a gunshot. Genevieve flinched, stepping back.
“Never use that word in my presence again,” I said, my voice dropping to a razor-sharp whisper. “Those boys are my sons. They are the rightful heirs to everything my father built. And tomorrow morning, they will have their father’s name.”
I pointed to Harrison Sterling.
“You have until midnight to submit your formal resignation from the board of Sterling Resorts and the family trust. If your resignation is not in my inbox by twelve o'clock, the DA receives the forensic file at eight a.m.”
Harrison didn't look at my mother. He didn't say a word. He grabbed his coat, turned his back, and practically ran out of the library, the heavy oak doors slamming shut behind him.
I turned back to Genevieve.
She stood alone in the vast room, surrounded by first-edition books and portraits of ancestors who had been dead for a hundred years. For the first time in my life, she didn't look terrifying. She looked small, withered, and profoundly empty.
“Here is what is going to happen, Mother,” I said, pulling an envelope from my coat pocket and placing it beside her teacup. “You will announce your immediate retirement from all corporate and philanthropic boards due to health considerations. You will retain this estate, and the trust will pay your living stipend. But you will never step foot inside the corporate headquarters again.”
“You are banishing me?” she whispered, tears of unadulterated fury welling in her eyes. “From my own company?”
“I am removing the rot before it kills the tree,” I said. “And one more thing. You will never approach Rosalind. You will never speak to Noah. You will never speak to Liam. If you so much as drive past their school or send a single letter, I will cut your trust distribution to zero and let the legal indictment proceed without mercy.”
“They are my grandsons!” she cried out, her voice breaking in an ugly, desperate shriek.
I looked at her from the doorway.
“No, Genevieve,” I said softly. “You said it yourself at the airport. Their mother should have known her place. And now… you are going to learn yours.”
May you like
I walked out, leaving her alone in the cold silence of the house she had turned into a tomb.
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