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Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire

Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1131    |    Released on: Today at 11:36

d perfectly still in

he partially open heavy mahogany door of her private study, she

, was bent over Eleanor's desk. The older woman's hand trembled slightly as she shifted a l

he quiet room. Another photograph ta

a cold, clinical calmness settled in her chest. She watched the traitor w

tely brought her diamond-encrusted heel

ac

t through the sile

lipped from her sweaty fingers and clattered onto the mahogany desk. S

of the study. Her expression was comp

rced a wet, trembling smile onto her face. "I was just... I notice

thetic lie. She walked

took a step backward, until her spine hit the edge of the bookshel

. The screen was still unlocked. The camera app was open, disp

and slid the device into the poc

hispered, reaching out a sh

e. The sheer weight of the look froze the older w

ned the ultimate contingency plan, drafted by her private attorneys just that morning. She hadn't expected to use it tonight, but s

desk. The heavy thud ma

he top of the page. Non-Disclosure

The color drained entirely from her face. She realized,

was smooth, devoid of any inflection. "That is the exact amount my stepmother, Lil

e grabbed the edge of the desk to

," Eleanor continued, her tone conversational but laced wi

d a silver Montblanc pen. She uncapped it w

s spilled over her wrinkled cheeks. "I need this job. I raised y

could smell the sour scent of

red. "You are either entirely mine, or you are my

er posture, looking do

and have you arrested for corporate espionage. Following that, I will file a civil lawsu

metal. She pressed the tip to the signature line. The ink blotted slightly as she dragged the pen across th

reedom to ever speak a word ab

ecked the signature, her face impassive. She plac

leanor reached across the desk

in study. Immediate

urity guards in identical black suits stepped into the room.

ed. "She has five minutes. She is forbidden from packing

ki cried out, her voice r

one of her arms with firm, unyielding grips. Th

in the doorway just as the guards dragged the woma

ly around her neck. "Freeze her severance package entir

r tablet. She was completely unfazed by the brutal de

g a few paces behind the guards. She want

ainst the walls. They lowered their heads in absolute silence. The atmosphere in the corridor grew thick wi

he signaled that the purge was complet

for the sweeping marble staircase that led down to t

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“Eleanor Sinclair always knew her stepmother and stepsister were leeches, but she never expected their betrayal to reach into her private study. In the dead of night, she caught the family's trusted nanny of twelve years photographing confidential trust documents. The mastermind paying her off was Lillian, Eleanor's stepmother, who had been secretly embezzling estate funds and bribing tutors to deliberately ruin the academic future of Eleanor's younger brother, the only legitimate heir. Emboldened by their deceit, the parasites grew arrogant. Her stepsister, Isabelle, deliberately flaunted her secret affair with Eleanor's billionaire fiancé, sobbing fake tears while waiting for Eleanor to suffer a humiliating nervous breakdown. When the tension finally peaked, Lillian played the victim so perfectly that Eleanor's own father, a powerful U.S. Senator, stormed into the room with a raised hand, ready to strike his own daughter. "You will apologize to your stepsister immediately! I will not have this family harmony destroyed by your petty jealousy!" They actually expected her to be a weeping, heartbroken girl. They thought cheap hotel affairs and stolen pennies could outsmart the true Sinclair bloodline. Did they really believe a few fake tears and a weak-willed father could strip her of her empire? Eleanor didn't feel anger; she felt the cold, detached fascination of a biologist observing doomed insects. She calmly pulled out the forensic audits, locked down the estate's exits, and prepared her stepmother's psychiatric commitment papers. The merciless purge of her family had officially begun.”