Chapter 22: The Liquidation
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Thorne’s threats of bankruptcy were as hollow as his soul. He thought he was smart, hiding assets in shell companies, but he had forgotten one thing: Kendra Mosley used to hunt drug lords for the state.
Two weeks later, the hammer fell. Not a gavel, but an auctioneer’s hammer.
Kendra slammed a stack of documents onto Elena’s coffee table. "Got him. Accounts in the Caymans, a hidden villa in Tuscany, and the clinic building itself. The court ordered immediate liquidation to satisfy the judgment."
Elena watched the news on TV. Police were towing Thorne’s prized Ferraris out of his gated driveway. It was a parade of repossession.
"The clinic goes up for auction today," Kendra said, biting into a donut. "Prime real estate."
Elena stood up, walking to the mirror. She touched the scars that had defined the last year of her life. The money didn't fix her face, but it gave her a sword.
"I'm going," Elena said.
At the police auction, the mood was vultures picking at a carcass. But when the deed to Thorne’s medical practice came up, the room went quiet.
"Do I hear two million?" the auctioneer asked.
Elena raised her paddle. "Five million," she said clearly.
No one dared bid against her. She wasn't just buying a building; she was buying the site of her murder. She signed the papers with a steady hand. She owned him now.
End of Chapter 22
