REVENGE

Previously

…I clutched the letters, my hands shaking so violently I feared they would tear. The cold, distant mother who resented my very existence, the woman who now commanded Vance Industries with an iron fist – she was a calculating architect of ruin. And my father, my loving, trusting father, had been her unwitting victim. The weight of the truth was crushing, suffocating. I looked around the dusty blueprint room, the silent witnesses to my father's legacy, and felt a new, fierce resolve ignite within me. The whispers in the workshop had finally spoken their name. And it was Eleanor.