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Hearing my husband’s spoiled, affectionate tone, a wave of sweetness surged in my heart. Hanging up the phone, I led my daughter to the lounge. But before I could even open the door, I heard ambiguous panting coming from inside at the entrance. I carefully pushed the door open, only to find Killian and Vivienne locked in a tight, passionate embrace on the sofa. I hurriedly covered my daughter's eyes and ears. Killian, embarrassed and enraged, grabbed a tea cup at hand and hurled it at me, "Who let you in? Is this a place a beggar like you can just waltz into? This isn't any place for the beggar like you to be."

I am no longer the bratty Euphoria. I still couldn’t think straight, for he is still holding my hand gently while carrying Leira with his right hand. We really looks like a happy and healthy family when we entered the hall, making everyone turn their head to us, acknowledging the arrival of the CEO of the biggest empire in the country, my husband Steffano Andrius MacMillan. —

“If you don’t agree, I’ll expose your part in this plot.” “You have no proof!” I hissed. “Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I have proof,” he laughed. “An insurance policy to be sure you don’t try to double-cross me. So, what’s it going to be?” “This is blackmail.” “This is business. Ten million.” “There’s no way she has that much money you fool,” I replied. Alice was a good liar. “You see, I don’t believe that,” John replied. “She gave me her card and pin. She also told me a story about a very lucrative divorce settlement from Mr. Neighley. I know for a fact his family is beyond wealthy. So, I’m inclined to believe her.”

The distance between us feels wider than it did the night I walked out of his office. Sam joins me at the edge of the room, her tablet tucked under her arm. “Everything’s ready,” she says, her voice low. “The servers we talked to, they’ve agreed to back up what Wren and I will say about Jake and Leon. And Mr. Ivanov Sr. just texted, he’s on his way in.” I grip the leather folder in my hand it holds the partnership agreement, the prenup, and copies of my mother’s letters. My palm is damp with sweat, but my resolve is steady. This is what I’d been working toward when I first realized how deep the lies ran.

I had to keep my promise. “What's happening?” Amos exclaimed. I immediately turned toward the television. What I saw made me jump to my feet. The man claiming to be the husband of the woman Collins intended to marry was speaking live on television. “People of this country, Mr. Collins, the heir to Hart Conglomerate, couldn't find anyone else to marry, so he stole my wife. This is an abuse of power. I have proof that she is my wife. Look at this.” Just as he had done at the hospital, he reached for his wallet.

“Fine. Entertain me. Why are you here, husband?” Damien’s stomach twisted at the word. But he had no option than to speak. He needed him and must get him no matter how rude he sounds. All he needed was to play along. “Because,” he paused, then exhaled. The thought of telling Lucas the main reason why he wanted him stocked him. Questions filled his mind but he waved it off, after all he must know. “My father has commanded me to get a wife before he could fully give the Blackwell Enterprises to me. If I don’t fulfill that command within the next two months, I will lose everything and will have no share in the business..”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

In a black suit that did not look like any suit I had ever seen him in, moving through a room full of the richest people in the country like he had built every wall of it himself. I wiped my eyes. I wiped them again, not caring about the mascara, not caring about anything, because this could not be real. This was a dream. I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was a dream. Then I heard Julian's voice beside me, low and stunned. "Dominic Ford?" I looked at Julian. I looked at Dominic. It was real. My husband was the chairman of Veil Holdings. My husband was the richest billionaire in the country. The mystery man. The ghost nobody had photographed. The man I had been plotting to seduce ten min

Kevin looked at him, overwhelmed and incredulous at what his cousin had just confessed. “I can’t believe it, Pablo! I think Jimena should leave you; you’re trash. I love you, Pablo, because you’re my cousin; but you’re the worst.” He shook his head with a disappointed expression. “Jimena is your wife, the mother of your child, and you’re putting her in the same place as that unscrupulous floozy. Because let me tell you, dear cousin, a woman who respects herself doesn’t make advances on or kiss a married man. Think carefully about what you’re going to do, because if you choose her, a bitter life awaits you.”

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.