LOGINI’m Tessa Dean, the true heiress of the wealthiest family in United States! This time around, I’m gonna make both of you pieces of shit pay the price! On my wedding anniversary, I walked into my home carrying groceries and hope. Minutes later, a photograph destroyed my marriage. “You’ll seduce my brother whenever I’m away on business, right?” Curtis spat, his fingers tightening around my throat. “You’re such a whore!” I was pregnant. I was trembling. And I was innocent. But in the Deveraux family, truth means nothing—status means everything. Lauren, the woman who was meant to marry my husband, stepped forward with that calm, polished smile. “I’ll give you one day to divorce Curtis and leave Deveraux Manor.” Before I could defend myself, I was pushed. I hit the table. Blood spread across the tiles. At the hospital, I begged, “Please save my child.” My baby died. At the cemetery, Curtis looked at me with hatred in his eyes. “Who’s the father of this bastard?” When he poured my son’s ashes over my kneeling body, something inside me broke. But not completely. I’ll return and make them pieces of shit crawl on their knees and beg for mercy!
View MoreSix months had passed since the last handcuffs closed on the last conspirator, and Ecofel's headquarters no longer felt like a building under siege. The stock ticker had climbed back past where it stood before any of it began, and then kept climbing, steady and unspectacular in the way that meant investors had stopped watching for the next disaster and started simply trusting the numbers again.Curtis stood backstage at the annual shareholder meeting, straightening his tie for the third time, watching the auditorium fill through a gap in the curtain. Every seat was taken. A year ago, half these people had been ready to walk away from Ecofel entirely, ready to believe the worst simply because the worst had been dressed up convincingly enough to seem reasonable. Now they filled the room early, murmuring among themselves with something that looked, unmistakably, like confidence.Tessa found him there a few minutes before the meeting started, dressed sharply, a folder tucked under one
The morning after Lauren's arrest, Ecofel's offices felt strange in a way Curtis couldn't quite name. He arrived early, earlier than he had in weeks, and found Tessa already there, sitting at the head of the conference table with a legal pad covered in her small, precise handwriting. She looked up when he came in, and for a moment neither of them said anything."Couldn't sleep either," she said finally. It wasn't a question."No." Curtis pulled out the chair across from her instead of his usual seat at the far end, close enough now that it felt deliberate rather than accidental. "Kept thinking about what happens next. All the pieces still moving.""There are a lot of pieces," Tessa agreed, sliding the legal pad toward him. "Legal's already fielding calls from four different reporters wanting comment on Kade's arraignment. The SEC wants a full compliance review before they'll lift the trading restrictions on the disputed shares. And the board wants a statement drafted before markets
The seventy-two hours Kade had given himself to complete his tender offer became, instead, the seventy-two hours that ended him.Jason worked without sleep, feeding everything they had to the regulatory task force and, at Tessa's insistence, to a federal prosecutor she'd known since law school, a woman with a reputation for moving fast when the evidence justified it. And the evidence, by that point, more than justified it. Wire transfers spanning nine years. Shell entities registered in six different jurisdictions, all eventually tracing back to accounts controlled, however carefully, by Desmond Kade. A pattern of manufactured misconduct documents that investigators matched, within hours, to metadata scrubbed but not quite scrubbed enough.The tender offer itself became the final piece. Attempting to circumvent a shareholder vote already under regulatory freeze wasn't just aggressive business strategy. It was, according to the prosecutor's office, evidence of intent, proof that who
The next ten days moved faster than anything Curtis had lived through in his career, a blur of conference rooms, courthouse steps, and phone calls that started before sunrise and ended long after midnight.Jason worked with a small team of forensic accountants Tessa had quietly brought in from outside the company, people with no ties to Ecofel and no reason to fear whoever was on the other side of this. Together they built a case file thick enough to make even the most skeptical regulator sit up straight. Every shell company. Every wire transfer. Every layer Kade had built to keep his name off a single page, unraveled and laid out in a timeline that told its own story without needing much interpretation.The first emergency injunction was filed on a Wednesday morning, freezing the voting rights attached to the disputed shares pending investigation into their true beneficial ownership. Renner's lawyers fought it hard, filing counter-motions within hours, but the judge had seen enoug
CURTIS’ POV“Look at what that bitch did!” Rosa barked, slapping the sheet of paper against the glass center table so hard that the sound echoed across the sitting room.I had been seating right beside her, buried in deep, sad thoughts. But the sharp crack of paper against glass pulled me back. I
I stared at Curtis like I was looking at a stranger.The man standing before me was not the same man who once held my hands and promised to protect me from the world. His face was calm, almost indifferent, as he bent slightly toward me.“Tessa, you crashed into the coffee table yourself and had a
I remember the ceiling lights flashing above me.White. Bright. Blinding.Everything smelled of antiseptic and fear. My body felt heavy, like I was sinking into something deep and dark. Voices floated around me, urgent and overlapping, but they sounded far away, as though I was hearing them from u
“Tessa.”The voice came from the entrance just after Rosa stormed out.I was still on the floor, my back throbbing, my throat burning from where Curtis had gripped me. I turned slowly, blinking through tears.Lauren Dean was standing there.She walked in like she owned the house. Like she had every






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