Semua Bab Too Late To Regret, My Hockey Star Ex-Husband: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Tyler Rodriguez's POVThe evidence spread across my secure office conference table painted a picture of betrayal so comprehensive that I could barely process its scope. Financial records, surveillance photos, communication intercepts, and witness statements - all documenting Victoria Sterling's systematic campaign to destroy her own cousin while enriching herself through alliances with criminal organizations."Mr. Rodriguez," said James Parker, my head of security, "we've confirmed that Victoria Sterling has been working with Derek Thompson's legal team for at least six months."I felt anger building in my chest as I studied the documents. Victoria wasn't just competing with Ophelia for family leadership - she was actively coordinating with the same criminals who had already destroyed Ophelia's marriage once before."James, show me the evidence of their coordination," I said, needing to understand the full scope of the betrayal.James pulled out recorded phone conversations, email int

Ophelia's POVThe threatening message Dr. Martinez had received was still fresh in my mind as I walked through the marble corridors of the Sterling family mansion, my heels clicking against the polished floor with determined precision. Tyler's security team had discovered additional evidence of Victoria's betrayal, and I could no longer ignore the cancer growing within my own family.I found Victoria in the family library, seated in the leather chair that had once been our grandfather's favorite spot. She was reviewing financial documents with the casual confidence of someone who believed herself untouchable, completely unaware that her web of deception was about to collapse around her."Victoria," I said, my voice steady despite the fury building in my chest, "we need to talk."She looked up from her papers with that perfectly composed smile that had fooled me for months. "Ophelia, of course. What's on your mind, cousin?"The casual warmth in her voice made my anger burn hotter. This

Ophelia's POV "Welcome back to your birthright, sweetheart." My father's voice echoed through the Sterling headquarters boardroom as I walked toward the polished mahogany table where fifteen of the most powerful people in professional sports sat watching my every move. The same room where I had attended meetings as a teenager, learning about contracts and trades and the business of turning athletic dreams into billion-dollar empires. Three years ago, I had walked away from all of this for love. Today, I was walking back as a woman who had learned that love without respect was worthless, and respect without power was meaningless. "Thank you, Father," I said, taking my seat at the right hand of Richard Sterling, owner of the Sterling Hawks and architect of the most successful hockey dynasty in modern history. "I'm ready to resume my responsibilities as heir to this organization." The board members shifted in their seats, some nodding politely while others exchanged glances that spok

Tyler Rodriguez's POV "This meeting is temporarily suspended while the board considers the information that has been presented." Richard Sterling's words echoed through the boardroom as I watched Ophelia's face go completely white. Victoria's threat to expose private medical records had turned what should have been a straightforward succession announcement into a psychological warfare campaign that could destroy the woman I loved. I followed Ophelia as she walked quickly toward the exit, her composure holding until we reached the empty hallway outside the boardroom. Then her hands started shaking, and I could see the effort it was taking for her to maintain control. "Tyler, I need some air. Can we go outside for a few minutes?" We rode the elevator down to the lobby in complete silence. Once we reached the street, Ophelia finally let her guard down, and I could see the full impact of what Victoria had just done to her. "She has my medical records, Tyler. My therapy sessions, my h

Ophelia's POV "The Hartford Eagles haven't won a game in six weeks. The Albany Storm lost their three best players to injuries that could have been prevented with proper training. The Rochester Thunder are facing bankruptcy because they can't fill seats in their arena." I stood in the locker room of the Hartford Eagles' practice facility, reading the statistics that explained why my father had assigned me the challenge of rebuilding three failing minor league teams. These organizations weren't just struggling with performance problems - they were dying. But as I looked around the empty locker room with its peeling paint and outdated equipment, I felt something I hadn't experienced in months. This was where I belonged. Not in boardrooms arguing about international television deals, but on the ice with players who needed someone to believe in their potential. "Coach Sterling?" A young player appeared in the doorway, holding his helmet nervously. "Are you really going to be working wi