Chapter 20 - The Legacy Secured
Exactly one incredibly peaceful year later, the sparkling Chicago skyline glittered beautifully under the clear, deep blue of the summer night sky.
Claire stood gracefully on the massive, highly exclusive balcony of the Whitmore Tower penthouse, wearing a simple, incredibly elegant silk dress.
Liam wrapped his strong, deeply comforting arms around her waist from behind, pressing a warm, loving kiss entirely softly against her cheek.
Below them, the massive, completely sprawling city buzzed with endless, vibrant life, largely fueled by the incredible, positive changes Whitmore Global had implemented.
Across town, in a highly depressing, completely isolated federal minimum-security prison, Ethan Harrington sat alone in a tiny, deeply miserable concrete cell.
He was watching a tiny, highly staticky television screen mounted securely to the cold cinderblock wall of the depressing communal recreation room.
The screen brightly displayed Claire’s beautiful, absolutely radiant face as she proudly cut the massive red ribbon on a brand-new children’s hospital.
Ethan felt a single, deeply pathetic tear roll slowly down his dirty, entirely unshaven cheek, finally accepting the absolute gravity of his foolish mistakes.
He was entirely nothing but a forgotten, completely irrelevant ghost haunting the incredibly distant, entirely closed chapters of her massive, successful life.
Margaret remained completely estranged, living bitterly alone in a tiny, heavily subsidized apartment, completely consumed by her own massive, highly toxic regrets.
The Harrington name, once incredibly feared and deeply respected in high society, was now entirely synonymous with absolute, pathetic corporate failure and deep disgrace.
Claire elegantly raised a crystal glass of expensive, bubbling champagne, gently clinking it softly against Liam’s glass in the cool night breeze.
She looked completely out over the beautiful, glittering empire her brilliant father had built, knowing deeply in her soul that he would be absolutely proud.
She had fiercely protected her beautiful family, completely destroyed the wicked monsters in her path, and successfully built a massive, completely untouchable legacy.
The timid, deeply frightened wife was completely, permanently dead, highly replaced by an absolutely fierce, entirely unstoppable, completely brilliant queen.
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Claire Whitmore had entirely won the absolute, ultimate victory, and her beautiful, highly spectacular reign was only just incredibly, deeply beginning.
The world completely belonged entirely to her now, and absolutely nothing would ever, ever tear her magnificent, towering empire down again.
