Take My Fiancé, I Take The Empire

Chapter 6

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nk into the plush velvet sofa. The heavy doors sealed shut

ing water with a slice of lemon. Clara then took a seat on

ightly down her throat, grounding her physical senses a

confirms his car has officially left the estate boun

ther's obsession with his public image makes him the most predic

ted with Arthur's dismal academic records and a li

ting moment of genuine vulnerability. She reached out

wledged, her voice tight. "But he is still the only legit

shing instantly. "Fire all the corrupt tutors by midni

e on retainer by tomorrow morning, operating strictly unde

cy. "Now, what is the latest intel on C

f Cordelia Kensington at a charity luncheon, shallowly f

l power doesn't need to scream for atte

ith Camilla Beaumont to pitch a joint venture,"

n. Cordelia was actively trying to undercut the

flaw in Cordelia's supply chain to the

will keep Cordelia trapped in board meetings all week. She'll be

he floor-to-ceiling window that overlo

Her posture was rigid. Her muscles coiled with anti

ervice corridor," Clara informed her, checking a mess

Robert left. That was enough time for Lillian to feel a false

cted, not taking her eyes off the East Wing. "Additionally, activate the localized si

en status light on the screen turned red. Lillian's ab

was a mask of absolute authority. The strategi

or the estate's perimeter cameras. Ensure no neu

lti-screen feed on the coffee table. Her

cold brass handle. She took one last, deep breath, lett

ambient silence of the massive

a steady, inevitable rhythm against the floorboards, soundi

toward the East Wing, where the 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.”