"Richter secretly transfers all bank reserves into his untraceable accounts, leaving Diana with nothing but debt."
The weight of the betrayal settled into Diana’s chest like a block of lead. She sat in the heavy, velvet-lined chair of her father’s study, the glow of the terminal fading as the final transaction confirmed the absolute depletion of her family’s legacy. She was an heiress with a name but no means, a title without a fortune, and a ghost where her husband should have been. Richter was gone. He had vanished the moment the last credit hit his private vaults, leaving her surrounded by the suffocating silence of an estate that no longer belonged to her.
She pushed herself up from the chair, her legs trembling. She needed answers. She needed to know how a man who played the role
