They would learn the difference.
On the plane, I rested one hand on my stomach and looked out at the clouds.
“We are going home, babies,” I whispered.
I had money.
I had intelligence.
I had pain sharp enough to turn into fuel.
And now, I had four reasons never to fail.
Julian Sterling could marry whoever his father approved of.
Arthur Sterling could continue ruling his empire from behind polished doors.
The world could forget Nora Vance if it wanted to.
Because I was not coming back as the girl they had paid to disappear.
I was coming back as the woman they should have feared.
And in five years, when I walked back into their world, the Sterling family would finally understand what their cruelty had created.
Not a victim.
Not a mistake.
Not a girl who did not belong.
A storm.
And storms do not ask permission before they destroy everything in their path.
To Be Continued…