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The Real Heir Returns Chapter 10
Time moved, and the story came up on its last chapter.With Edmund behind him all the way, Caleb got Ashmore Meridian steady again.He moved fast and he didn't flinch at what had to be cut.Six months. That was all it took to put the company somewhere it had never been.He earned the shareholders' respect the hard way, on results.Nobody brought up where he'd grown up anymore.On a cold night that winter, the shopping district downtown was shoulder to shoulder.Victor's clothes were rags, and the smell came off him in waves.He was digging through a sour trash can like any other beggar, after half a cold roll.People covered their noses and stepped wide around him.Shivering, he happened to look up.The big screen in the middle of the plaza was running the year-end business news.And there was the son he used to call a coward.He wore a black suit cut to the millimeter and stood in the lights.He spoke without a note in front of him, easy and certain, lit up like he owned
The Real Heir Returns Chapter 9
Daphne and Tristan both went to prison.What waited for them was years of it, without much daylight.When the news broke, Victor came apart for good.The perfect family he'd been showing off for two decades turned into a joke the whole city was telling.The devoted-father act he'd spent half his life building went down with it.In the top-floor boardroom at Ashmore Meridian, the temperature dropped through the floor.The executives who used to follow him around waiting to agree with him weren't pretending anymore.They came at him together and threw the removal papers across the table into his face."Four hundred and fifty million in market value, Victor. Gone, because of your family."The board voted unanimously. You're out of every office and every committee."And the company's coming after you for what it can prove you cost us."Victor sat down in a chair with nothing behind his eyes.He reached for one of their sleeves and got shaken off like something unpleasant.Cour
The Real Heir Returns Chapter 8
Tristan kicked a water bottle across the concrete. Poisoned, and he'd done it hours ago.Drink it now, or he pressed the trigger and they both went.Caleb stopped about fifteen feet short of him and looked at him steadily.There wasn't a flicker of panic in it. Only pity, and something close to amusement.He slowed his voice down on purpose and went straight at the rawest nerve he could find."You were a placeholder, Tristan. That's all you ever were."You and your mother had exactly one skill between you, and it was taking things that weren't yours."You can put a forty-thousand-dollar suit on it. It's still you underneath."Whatever was holding Tristan together let go.He swung the trigger through the air and started screaming."Yes! I hate you!"I'm the one who swapped your tea for liquor."My mother paid the truck driver to put you through a windshield."The forty-two million was us, and I'd do it again tomorrow."You came out of nowhere and you took everything that w
The Real Heir Returns Chapter 7
Victor stared at the photographs on the screen.His eyes went bloodshot in seconds, and the cords in his neck stood out like they'd tear.He was shaking all over when he turned to look at Daphne.The crack of it went off like a gunshot.It bounced off all four walls.Victor put his whole body into the slap, and it took her off her feet.She screamed, hit the corner of the conference table, and split her lip open.Then he went after her like something that had stopped being a man.He got on top of her, eyes red, and brought his fists down over and over."You. You did this to me."You stole my money to keep some kid on a boat."Daphne, bleeding and swelling shut, screamed back and gave as good as she got.Her nails opened four lines down the side of Victor's face.The model couple, the ones who did the magazine spreads holding hands, were rolling around a boardroom floor with nothing left of either of them.His suit tore. A handful of her hair came away in his fist.Two do
The Real Heir Returns Chapter 6
At midnight the building was dark from the lobby up.Tristan came into the executive office the way a rat comes into a kitchen.He didn't dare touch a light switch. He searched by the glow of his phone.His hands shook as he pushed the drive into the machine. Copy everything, then wipe it.Three seconds left on the progress bar.Every light in the ceiling came on at once.Tristan flinched back from the glare and got both hands over his eyes.Caleb was in the doorway with three senior directors and officers from the Lakemont Financial Crimes Bureau.They filled the only way out."Breaking into the president's office at midnight to steal proprietary records."You picked a bad night for it, Tristan."He held up the little remote for the camera system and let the contempt show.Tristan's legs went out from under him and he sat down on the cold floor.His face was gray, his lips were moving, and not one word of a defense came out.They cuffed him where he sat and walked him ou
The Real Heir Returns Chapter 5
Edmund's voice filled the ballroom without a microphone anywhere near him.Victor's smile locked in place and the blood went out of his face.Tristan went white and stumbled back two steps.His shoe turned under him and he sat down hard on the red carpet.Leaning on Caleb's arm, Edmund climbed the steps to the stage.Victor rushed to meet him, voice unsteady."Dad, why are you here? Your heart, you shouldn't—"Caleb doesn't understand any of this. Don't listen to him."The slap cracked through the room.Edmund put everything he had into it.Victor's gold-rimmed glasses went flying off the stage.Nobody in the ballroom made a sound.Even the reporters forgot to press their shutters.Edmund threw a thick stack of paper in Victor's face.It was security stills from the private room, and the police report on the truck.Pages came down all around his shoes."You stand up here and call that boy reckless."Do you have any idea what your wife and your precious son did last nig
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