Chapter 10 - Happily Never After (For Them), Happily Ever After (For Me)

Three months later, the headlines in the Wall Street Journal and every major national news network weren't about a tragic honeymoon accident at sea.
They were about the spectacular, high-profile downfall of the Vance-Hayes conspiracy.
Lucas, Roderick, and Gertrude Vance were indicted by a federal grand jury on multiple counts of conspiracy to commit murder, financial fraud, and corporate espionage. With the ironclad audio recordings, financial paper trails, and federal testimonies provided by Vance Global Security, the trial was swift and merciless. The judge didn't offer bail, and legal analysts predicted all three would spend the next several decades meditating on the error of their ways in a maximum-security federal penitentiary in Florence, Colorado.
The multi-million-dollar yacht Serenade of the Sea was formally seized by federal authorities as an instrument of a felony crime, later returned in full to its rightful owner: me.
My father, Arthur Vance, stood beside me on the sunlit dock in San Diego harbor as we watched the coast guard tugboats guide the yacht back into its permanent slip. My father wasn't a man prone to public displays of emotion, but as he looked down at me, his eyes were shining with a profound, unspoken pride and a fierce paternal protectiveness that I had never doubted again.
“You handled that like a true CEO, El,” my father said quietly, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder. “Your grandfather would have been proud.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I smiled, slipping my sunglasses over my eyes as the warm California sunlight washed over the pier. “Turns out, marriage counseling is a lot easier when you skip the counseling and go straight to federal indictment.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound of genuine amusement.
As for me? I didn't need a prince charming. I didn't need a golden cage, a fake smile, or a man who whispered sweet nothings while plotting my death in the dark. I had my family, my empire, and a lesson learned in blood and salt water:
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Never underestimate a woman who knows how to hold her breath, make one phone call, and let her enemies dig their own graves.
My happily-ever-after wasn't a fairy tale written by someone else. It was a kingdom built with my own hands—and this time, nobody was ever going to push me off the edge again.