ログインWhen she saw me, she actually tried to play it cool."Clara, I know I messed up. It was a joke! We're basically sisters—how could I ever hurt you? You've just seemed down, and I wanted to make you laugh."I let out a snort. Seriously? That was her play?I said nothing, and she started freaking out, thrashing like a maniac."Clara! Clara Quinton! You can't do this! I was there for you—how can you betray me?"Didn't matter how loud she got. The law wasn't picking sides today. Bobby and Whitney weren't slipping through, either.The cops wrapped up fast, and I handed over every last piece of proof.Lillian ended up nailed for illegal detention, embezzlement, and a bunch of other charges. Seven years, no bail, and the cops cleaned out every cent of her dirty money.Bobby and Whitney? Accomplices. Three years each. No surprise there.Liam got off easy—too young to charge, even though he knew and kept quiet. But with his whole safety net behind bars, he was losing it.So when he sto
Lillian barged in the next morning, practically foaming at the mouth. She slammed the share transfer papers down.I didn't budge.Cue Bobby and Whitney storming in. Suddenly, I was boxed in. Liam just stood there, all chill like holding me down to sign was totally normal.I shot them a look. "There's only so much pie. Even if I sign, how're you planning to slice it? Who's getting the fat piece, and who's stuck with crumbs?"Whitney rolled her eyes. "Obviously us. It's our family's to begin with. Duh. Just sign already and quit stalling!"Lillian flinched—barely— but yeah, I caught that. She'd plotted too long to let anyone else grab the biggest piece.Still, she kept that fake smile glued on and tried to reel the convo back to getting my signature.No way was I giving in, but with all of them breathing down my neck, I threw them a bone—said I'd "think about it."By afternoon? Full-blown screaming match.Sounded like Lillian had pulled a fast one and snatched their shares behin
Good thing I was already two steps ahead. If Alex couldn't reach me, he'd call the cops.I'd also stashed backup phones in the bedroom in case she snatched the main one.Yeah, I could've escaped. But to actually nail her, the report had to hit within 24 hours.So I stayed. Played the long game. Let her dig her own grave.The door creaked. Lillian strolled in, slow and smug.Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was."If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age."Cute. Real generous of her.Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone.Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!"In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?Apparently not.And her whole sob-story spin? Please. They'd
Whitney kept moaning like she was on her deathbed while Bobby played the dutiful husband, helping her into a room to "rest."I turned to Lillian.She flashed a sheepish smile—nervous, obviously scared I'd cut her off from the company."C-Clara, you're still recovering! Don't push yourself too hard," she said, all sweet and shaky. "Let me handle things a little longer. And those students? I had no idea they were throwing my name around. I'm so sorry for that."She gave me this gentle, concerned look.I nodded like she'd won me over. "Then make sure you manage the company properly."If she wasn't ready to back off, great. That just made it easier to catch her slipping.I didn't have every dirty detail from her time at Vectorial Corp yet, but if she tried anything now? We'd nail her.She knew I was coming for control, and no way was she going down without pulling something shady.But I had people inside. She'd get caught in real time—no more comebacks, no more second chances.I
The second they saw how dead serious I was, Bobby and Whitney froze.Lillian jumped in first, all concern and fake sweetness."Don't say something you'll regret," she said gently. "We're family—why make things ugly? It's heartbreaking. Just calm down, okay? We can talk later."Yeah, she was all soft words and crocodile tears. Bobby and Whitney? Not so much.Bobby's glare could've cracked glass. He started cursing under his breath, hand twitching like he was dying to slap me.Whitney didn't even hesitate. She lunged, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and screamed, "Take back what? You're not getting a damn cent! This is ours! We let you stay—be grateful!"I scoffed, yanked her hands off, and shoved her back.Then I pulled out my phone, cool as ever. "The deed's in my name. Time's up. Get out."Whitney, still fuming, lunged at me again, trying to pull the same stunt.If I hadn't dodged quick, she probably would've gotten another handful.When that failed, she switched tactics—full
I hadn't even crossed the threshold when Bobby and Whitney came charging like I'd burned the house down.Yeah—guess Lillian already spilled her twisted version of events.Right on cue, they exploded."Clara, do you even have a conscience? She did everything for you!""We let the past slide, but this time? You OWE Lillian an apology!"I almost laughed. Classic. Only those two could spit that garbage without blinking.Whatever—they'd be out of the picture soon.First up? Snatching back the shares they were clinging to in what used to be my family's company.After my parents died, Arthur slid into the driver's seat at work—made sense, he was already there.Most of the shares stayed under my name, but Bobby, Whitney, and Liam had their grubby hands on a few.Once I cleaned that up, I could actually focus on getting real treatment.No way was I going out from a freaking stomach ulcer this time.Back then, when I was sick, I called a doctor to the house—Lillian made sure I never







