Chapter Three

The atmosphere inside the master bedroom at Vanguard Manor was thick with tension.

Liam Sterling stood by the edge of the bed, his face a cold mask of frustration. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Elena had left.

What bothered him most was that she hadn't taken a single thing with her. She had left her clothes, her jewelry, and had completely rejected his massive payout offer alongside the keys to the cliff villa. She had walked out into the pouring rain with absolutely nothing.

Chloe Montgomery sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him with wide, tearful eyes. "Liam, is it really over? Are you sure she won't come back and fight for you?"

"We signed the divorce papers today, Chloe," Liam said, his voice flat as he rubbed his temples. "It's over. The marriage is finished."

Chloe smiled softly, a look of triumph flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it with innocence. She stood up and slid her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss.

Liam hesitated for a fraction of a second, then wrapped his arms around her waist, letting himself get lost in the familiarity of his childhood sweetheart.

Click.

The heavy bedroom door swung open without a knock.

"Liam, what on earth is the meaning of this?!"

The sharp, commanding voice shattered the moment instantly. Liam and Chloe pulled apart. Standing in the doorway was Liam’s mother, Shannon Sterling, her face twisted in absolute shock and disgust as she caught them in the embrace.

Chloe quickly shrank behind Liam’s broad shoulders, her face turning bright red. "Auntie Shannon... I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to..."

Shannon didn't even spare a glance at Chloe. Her furious eyes were locked entirely on her son. "Where is Elena? Why is this woman in your bedroom, and where is your wife?!"

"Elena is gone, Mother," Liam said coldly, casually adjusting his cuffs. "We signed the divorce papers today. We are finalizing everything as soon as possible."

Shannon gasped, stepping fully into the room. "Divorce? Are you out of your mind, Liam?! Elena has been a perfect, obedient wife for three years. You can't just throw her away—" she paused, turning a scathing look directly at Chloe, "—the exact moment this girl flies back into the country!"

"Mother, stop," Liam interrupted sharply, his voice tight with frustration. "The papers are signed and Elena has already left the property. I never loved her."

"You are being completely reckless," Shannon snapped, her voice rising with anxiety. "How are you going to explain this to the rest of the family? Your reputation in high society circles will be utterly ruined if word gets out that you abandoned your wife of three years for an old flame!"

"I have never cared about gossip, and my business decisions speak for themselves," Liam said firmly, showing no trace of regret.

Chloe gently rested her head against Liam’s shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes. "Auntie Shannon, please don’t blame Liam. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have come back... I’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning. Liam, you should go find Elena. I don't want to be the one who breaks up your home."

"Chloe, none of this is your fault," Liam said softly, his expression softening as he took her slender hand. Then, he turned a cold gaze back to his mother. "Elena and I are finished. Chloe has been patient enough to wait for me for three years, and I won't let her suffer for another day. Next month, I will publicly announce our marriage."

Shannon stared at her son, realizing his mind was completely made up. She let out a harsh, defeated sigh. "You are making a massive mistake, Liam. Mark my words."

Meanwhile, the mahogany-paneled study grew heavier as the reality of Elena's return settled over the room. Alexander Vance stood behind his massive desk like a king preparing for war. He looked at his three children and his niece, his sharp gaze finally resting on Elena.

"If you are truly ready to take your place back in this family, Elena, you need to understand something," Alexander said, his voice flat and serious. "The business world has no room for the soft, submissive girl you have been playing for the last three years. High society already thinks you are a nobody because you let the Sterlings treat you like a servant. To command respect, you have to earn it."

Ethan stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Dad, she literally just walked out of a toxic marriage hours ago. Give her a second to breathe."

"The market doesn't wait for people to breathe, Ethan," Alexander snapped back coldly. He tapped the thick folder resting on the polished wood of his desk. "If Elena wants to inherit her share of the Vance Group, she must prove she can handle the pressure. I have the perfect test for you, daughter."

Tinsley stepped closer to Elena, whispering under her breath, "Oh boy, here it comes. Uncle Alex never hands out a free pass."

Alexander opened the folder and turned it toward Elena. "We recently acquired a luxury boutique hotel in Savrow. Right now, it is a complete disaster. The management is corrupt, the local elite are taking advantage of it, and it is losing millions of dollars every quarter. It is a failing asset."

He looked directly into Elena’s eyes. "I am giving you full control of the Savrow hotel project. Your job is to go down there, clean out the corruption, fix the operations, and turn a profit. If you succeed, you will officially be named a Director of the Vance Group, and the entire high-society circle will have to bow to your authority. If you fail, you will stay in the shadows."

Axel frowned, shaking his head. "Dad, the Savrow project is a political minefield. The local businessmen down there are ruthless. You're throwing her straight into a trap."

"It's not a trap, it's a trial," Alexander replied, his dangerous smile returning. "A true Vance thrives in a minefield. Well, Elena? Do you accept, or are you going to hide behind your brothers?"

Elena looked down at the folder, seeing the terrible financial numbers and the names of the corrupt local managers. For three years, Liam Sterling had told her she was useless, plain, and incapable of doing anything right. He thought she was a destitute girl from a nameless town.

Her jaw tightened, and a cold, sharp fire lit up her eyes.

"I'll take it," Elena said, her voice completely steady and full of confidence. "I will fix the Savrow hotel, and I will make it the most exclusive destination in the country."

Tinsley let out a loud, excited gasp, clapping her hands together. "Yes! That is my girl! The Sterlings are going to absolutely lose their minds when they see you running a massive corporate empire."

Ethan looked at his sister, a proud smile breaking across his face. "If you're doing this, you're not doing it empty-handed. Tomorrow, I am transferring a team of the Vance Group's top financial analysts to your personal command. Axel will handle any legal cleanup you need."

"And I am handling your wardrobe," Tinsley added instantly, grabbing Elena's arm with a grin. "If you are going to be a ruthless corporate boss, you need to look like one. We are burning every single plain, boring piece of clothing you own."

Alexander nodded slowly, highly satisfied with his daughter's fierce attitude. "Good. You leave for Savrow at the end of the week. Let the world think you vanished in heartbreak. By the time they realize you are back, you will be holding all the cards."

Elena closed the folder with a sharp snap.

The heartbroken housewife who had wept in the rain was officially buried. As she looked out the window at the dark lake, she wasn't thinking about the challenges in Savrow—she was thinking about the day she would finally look down on Liam Sterling from a height he could never hope to reach.

Alexander dismissed them, and as the heavy double doors of the study closed behind them, Tinsley practically vibrated with excitement.

"Alright, the boring business talk is officially over!" Tinsley declared, hooking her arm through Elena's. "Now, it is time for your real birthday present. You have spent three years serving a man who didn't deserve you. Tonight, you get served."

Elena laughed, letting herself be dragged back down the grand staircase. The cold, calculating mindset she needed for Savrow could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, she was going to celebrate her freedom.