Chapter 11 - THREE TINY HEARTBEATS
One Week Later.
The VIP maternity suite was flooded with morning sunlight. The sterile smell of antiseptic was gone, replaced by the scent of fresh white roses.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Claire smiled tiredly, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. I held the other two—my sons—against my chest.
"They have your stubborn chin," Claire whispered, her voice weak but full of life.
"And your courage," I replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
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Marcus was in federal prison without bail, facing a lifetime behind bars. The board had unanimously voted to expel Vanessa, and my company was more secure than ever. But looking at the woman who had believed in me when I had nothing, and the three beautiful lives we had created, I knew where my true empire was.
No one would ever threaten it again.
