تسجيل الدخولCHAPTER 150Spencer’s POVA quiet laugh escaped me.It wasn't loud.If anything, it was almost amused.Florida looked up at me through tear-filled eyes, clutching Rose tighter against her chest."Don't."Her voice trembled."Don't laugh at me."I tilted my head."You want everyone to believe this is about love.""It is!"Her voice cracked as she stood, still holding Rose protectively."I love her!""No."My reply was calm enough to make the room fall silent again."You love control."Her face twisted."You don't know anything about us.""I know enough."I took another step forward."You want to cry about losing Rose?"My gaze settled on the frightened little girl clinging to her."Then let's tell everyone the whole story."Florida's breathing became uneven."Spencer...""I've seen the reports."She froze."The nanny statements."Another step."The therapist's notes."Another."The recordings."The blood drained from her face."No...""You don't get to stand here pretending to be a dev
CHAPTER 149Spencer’s POVThe silence inside the ballroom stretched so long it almost became unbearable.No one moved.No one dared to.Derrick still stood in the center of the stage, the color drained from his face as the reality of Anthony’s betrayal slowly settled over him.Florida looked even worse.Her eyes darted between Derrick, me, the lawyers, and the documents scattered across the stage as if she expected someone to laugh and admit this was all some elaborate joke.No one did.Camera flashes erupted again.Reporters whispered frantically into microphones.The story had already changed.This wasn’t Derrick’s gala anymore.It was mine.I slipped both hands into my pockets and looked at Derrick almost lazily.He stared back at me with naked disbelief.“…That’s impossible.”“I know,” I replied calmly. “You keep saying that.”His fists clenched.“You manipulated him.”“I persuaded him.”“You turned my father against me.”I almost smiled.“No.”I took another slow step toward him.
CHAPTER 148Derrick’s POVFor several long seconds…I couldn’t hear anything.The ballroom was packed with hundreds of people, cameras were still flashing, reporters were whispering into microphones, and an orchestra sat frozen at the edge of the dance floor.Yet all of it faded into silence.I simply stared at Spencer.He stood a few feet away with one hand tucked casually into his pocket, looking completely at ease, as though he hadn’t just ripped the foundation out from under my feet.No.This wasn’t right.This wasn’t possible.I looked down at the folder still clutched in my hand and flipped through the pages again.The contracts hadn’t changed.Neither had the signatures.Not the percentages.0.1%.One-tenth of one percent.One abandoned warehouse that had technically been registered under Spencer Global years ago—a property so insignificant I’d forgotten it even existed.“This…” My voice sounded hollow. “This is fake.”Spencer’s mouth curved into the smallest smile.“I was hopi
CHAPTER 147Spencer’s POVFor a moment, Derrick simply stared at me.The confidence that had filled him only seconds ago didn’t disappear—not yet. It merely faltered, replaced by confusion as my words settled over the silent ballroom.“…What?”A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.Not warm.Not amused.Patient.“You heard me.”His brows knitted together.“I own your company.”“No.” I tilted my head slightly. “You own zero-point-one percent of a warehouse.”Murmurs rippled through the ballroom.Derrick’s smile finally slipped.“What are you talking about?”I didn’t answer him.Instead, I looked toward the entrance.“Right on cue.”The ballroom doors burst open.“Derrick!”Everyone turned.His manager hurried inside, completely ignoring the hundreds of guests staring at him. His face had gone pale, his suit was disheveled, and sweat beaded along his forehead as he clutched a tablet tightly against his chest.“Derrick, we have a problem.”Derrick frowned.“What are you doing? Not now
CHAPTER 146Clara's POVThe ballroom fell into a silence so complete that even the clinking of champagne glasses seemed deafening.No one moved.No one spoke.Hundreds of guests simply stared between Derrick on the stage and Spencer standing beside me, trying to understand whether they had just witnessed the biggest corporate takeover of the decade.Then I looked at Derrick.He was smiling.Not politely.Not professionally.It was the smile of a man convinced he'd already won.Like he'd spent months waiting for this exact moment.Like he'd imagined Spencer's reaction a thousand times.Near the front of the ballroom, Florida wore the same expression.She practically glowed with satisfaction, her chin lifted proudly as whispers spread through the crowd. She looked around at the stunned faces, soaking in every second of the attention.This was what she'd wanted.For Clara to be forgotten.For Derrick to stand at the top.For everyone to see them as untouchable.The cameras flashed relen
CHAPTER 145Clara's POVThe applause echoed through the ballroom as Derrick adjusted the microphone, waiting patiently for the room to settle.He had always known how to command attention.Not by raising his voice.By making everyone else lower theirs.Within seconds, the conversations died away, the orchestra fell silent, and hundreds of eyes turned toward the stage.Derrick smiled the polished, effortless smile the media adored."Good evening, everyone."Another round of applause followed."I'd like to begin by thanking all of you for taking the time to join us tonight. Seeing so many friends, colleagues, and partners gathered under one roof is... humbling."His voice carried smoothly across the ballroom.If someone didn't know him, they'd probably think he was charming.Warm.Even genuine.I knew better."This evening isn't simply about celebration," Derrick continued. "It's about progress. About vision. About recognizing the people who continue to shape this city and the future o
CHAPTER 130Clara’s POV The night grew darker as I sat going over some papers spread across the dining table. A whole stack sat in front of me, some highlighted, some folded, some with notes scribbled messily at the corners after I got frustrated trying to understand them.Sometimes the words beca
CHAPTER 129Derrick’s POVI was in the car, my mind drifting back to Florida again.The city lights passed by outside the tinted windows, bright and blurry against the glass, but I barely noticed them.My thoughts were too occupiedFlorida.What use would she even be after I finally got rid of Clara
CHAPTER 126Esteban’s POVBy the time I stepped back into my office, whatever softness the morning had allowed was already gone.The door shut behind me with a muted click, and with it, the last trace of anything personal disappeared. The room was exactly how I left it, clean lines, dark wood, orga
CHAPTER 119Clara’s POV The shift didn’t happen loudly.It didn’t need to.By the next morning, I could feel it before I even fully saw it, the way the narrative had begun to tilt, subtle but undeniable. And this time, it wasn’t accidental.It was directed.I stood at the long table in Spencer’s o







