Chapter 7 - The Confrontation at the Manor
Two weeks later, the Sterling Manor stood silent and deserted of its master, save for a skeleton crew of federal receivers taking inventory of the priceless art, antique furniture, and gold-plated artifacts.
Logan and Elena walked through the grand foyer where Victoria had delivered her final, venomous decree just days before. The emerald-green suit was gone, replaced by cardboard storage boxes stamped with evidence numbers.
Lily skipped ahead of them down the wide, carpeted hallway toward the sunny conservatory, her laughter echoing off the marble pillars—a bright, joyful sound that chased away the oppressive darkness that had haunted the estate for generations.
"What happens to this place?" Elena asked, looking around the cavernous, opulent halls that had once felt like a gilded cage.
"We sell it," Logan said without hesitation. "Every brick, every pillar, every acre of land. We take the proceeds, set up a permanent charitable foundation in your name for mothers and children displaced by domestic abuse and poverty, and we start fresh. Opulence without soul is just a graveyard, Elena. I'm done living in graves."
Elena stopped walking, turning to face him with a radiant smile. She reached out, taking his hand, interlacing her fingers with his.
"Good," she said softly. "Because I left my housekeeping tunic in a locker on Fifth Avenue, and I think it's time I upgraded my wardrobe."
Logan laughed—a rich, booming sound that filled the grand foyer, washing away the last echoes of Victoria's tyranny.
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They walked out through the heavy mahogany doors into the brilliant afternoon sun, leaving the past behind them as the gates of the estate swung open to a world of endless light and possibility.
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