The Pregnant Heiress: Rising From The Grave
Chapter 4
Security Chief Miller, his neck as thick as a tree trunk, escorted a sobbing Lydia from the room. He pulled the door closed, leaving two guards outside.
Inside, Claudius stood up, brushing dust from his suit. He composed himself, pulling back on the mask of the CEO.
He walked to his briefcase, which had been placed on the table earlier, and pulled out a thick document. He threw it onto the coffee table.
Callie glanced at the title: their fifty-page Marital Assets and Confidentiality Agreement.
“Read it again, Callie,” Claudius said, sitting down and crossing his legs. “Article 28, Section B. The clauses on infidelity and reputational damage. Your father’s scandal has cost you everything. And under this agreement, it will also cost you custody.”
Callie picked up the document. She didn’t look at Article 28. She flipped to the back. “You seem to have forgotten Appendix C, the one your mother insisted on adding,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion. “The ‘mutual destruction’ clause. Any attempt to illegally seize assets or custody triggers the full data release from my attorney’s escrow account.”
Claudius’s eye twitched. That trust, that escrow account—something he and his mother had been trying to find a loophole around for months.
Callie walked to the window, looking out at the rain lashing against the grounds. “Yes, Claudius. The full ledgers are in escrow.”
Claudius shot up from his chair. The legs scraped against the floor with a screech. “How do you know?”
She turned to face him. “The ledgers for Blue Water Holdings. I know you and Beatriz Lucas are planning to launder my family’s remaining clean assets through it. I know everything.”
The veneer of civilization cracked. Claudius realized she wasn’t just a survivor; she was a witness with a weapon.
“You think you can blackmail me?” He took a step closer, baring his teeth. “In this house, I am the law.”
“Just like you were the law an hour ago when you tried to have me murdered?”
Claudius reached for the control panel on the wall. “Cut the network to the penthouse. Initiate a Level 1 lockdown.”
The lights in the room flickered and dimmed to an ominous low red. The signal bars on Callie’s phone vanished. “No service.”
Claudius walked toward the door. He looked back, his eyes full of malice. “If you won’t be a wife, you can be a prisoner. After three days without food, we’ll discuss your terms of surrender.”
The heavy, reinforced door slammed shut. The electronic lock clicked, a metallic thud sealing it tight.
Callie didn’t pound on the door. She didn’t cry. She walked calmly into the master bathroom, lifted the heavy marble lid of the toilet tank, and retrieved a waterproof bag. Inside was a small, encrypted satellite phone.
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