
He Faked His Death, So I Ruined His Empire
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Clara Vance spent eighteen months paying off the massive debts her fiancé, Julian, left behind when his yacht mysteriously exploded. Kept compliant and heavily medicated by his greedy family, she believed she was losing her mind—until she spots Julian alive and laughing in the background of her former best friend’s vacation vlog. Realizing her grief was a manufactured lie designed to steal her inheritance, Clara turns to the only man ruthless enough to help: Victor Sterling, the terrifying venture capitalist who warned her about Julian years ago. She’s done being the tragic, broken survivor. Now, she’s taking back her life, and Victor is handing her the matches.
Chapter 1
The basement of the Thorne mansion smelled of damp concrete and rotting paper, a fitting tomb for the remnants of Clara Vance’s shattered life. Sitting cross-legged on the cold floor, Clara pressed the glowing screen of her phone to her ear, her fingers trembling as she sifted through another box of past-due notices. Her head throbbed with the familiar, heavy fog that had plagued her for the last eighteen months, a thick haze that made every thought feel like it was moving through molasses. "I just need thirty more days, Mr. Aris," Clara said, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "The Vance estate is still tied up in probate. Once the final appraisals are done, I can liquidate the commercial properties and cover the remaining debt.""Ms. Vance, we’ve had this conversation three times this month," the bank manager’s voice crackled through the receiver, dripping with exhausted condescension. "Your late fiancé left behind eighty-four million dollars in leveraged liabilities when his yacht went down. You co-signed those loans. The grace period expired six months ago.""Julian told me those documents were standard insurance waivers for the firm," Clara shot back, her nails digging into the cardboard box. "I didn’t know he was leveraging my grandfather’s architectural firm to cover his offshore losses! You have to give me more time. I am selling everything I own.""You don't own anything anymore, Ms. Vance," Mr. Aris replied flatly. "The bank is initiating the foreclosure on the remaining Vance properties by Friday. I suggest you consult with Mrs. Thorne. Since she has assumed the role of your medical proxy, perhaps she can assist you with the settlement.""No, wait, please—" *Click.* Clara lowered the phone, her breathing ragged. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the wave of debilitating dizziness that threatened to pull her under. Every day was the same. She woke up exhausted, drank the bitter herbal tea Beatrice Thorne insisted was necessary for her "grief-induced hysteria," and spent her days in this windowless dungeon trying to untangle the massive financial crater Julian had left behind. *Julian.* Even thinking his name felt like swallowing ground glass. When the Coast Guard found the charred wreckage of his luxury yacht off the coast of Monaco eighteen months ago, Clara’s world had completely incinerated. She had loved him. She had trusted him. And in return, his ghost had handcuffed her to a mountain of debt that was currently swallowing her family's legacy whole."Stupid," Clara whispered to herself, slapping her cheeks to force the fog away. "You were so stupid."Footsteps echoed from the top of the wooden basement stairs. Clara instantly froze, scrambling to push the ledger boxes under the old utility table. "I don't care what the board says, Martin. Push the asset transfer through by tomorrow morning." It was Beatrice Thorne. Her voice was sharp, arrogant, and carried perfectly down the ventilation shaft. Clara held her breath, creeping closer to the slatted door at the bottom of the stairs. "Yes, of course the little idiot signed the proxy," Beatrice continued, her tone laced with venomous amusement. "She doesn't even read what I put in front of her anymore. The girl is barely functional."
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