My breath caught in my throat. The phone shook in my hand. “What… what are you talking about?”
Victoria walked over to the vanity, picked up a heavy, sealed manila envelope—the same one Chiara had seen her with—and tossed it onto the bed between us.
“You think this was about a tech merger, Elena?” Leonardo whispered, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with a lifetime of unadulterated hatred. “This wasn’t a scam. This was a execution. I didn’t find you by accident. I targeted you. I made you fall in love with me. I married you to get close enough to pull the plug on the entire Whitmore family. And that document your father signed yesterday? It didn’t just authorize a merger…”
Leonardo reached down, flipped open the envelope, and pulled out a single, ancient-looking piece of paper bearing my father’s distinctive, youthful handwriting from decades ago, right next to a police evidence stamp.
“…It authorized a full, legal confession to corporate homicide. And right now, Victoria’s team is uploading it to the federal prosecutor’s portal.”
