PART 2
Dominic called forty-three times before midnight.
I didn’t answer a single one.
By morning, he changed his approach.
“You assaulted my mother,” he wrote. “Come home and apologize, or I’ll make sure you leave with nothing.”
Victoria took it further, posting online that I was unstable, jealous, and desperate for attention. Paige uploaded a photo from my bedroom wearing my silk robe, captioned, Some women lose because they were never enough.
I saved everything.
Every insult became evidence.
Victoria’s message instructing the security company to erase footage became another criminal charge.
From a luxury hotel suite across the city, I watched them celebrate while Sophia quietly built the case that would dismantle them.
The mansion’s security system had captured everything.
Victoria following me to the stairs.
Her hand pushing me.
The impact.
The hallway audio even recorded Dominic standing nearby, saying, “Mom, not so hard,” before walking away while I lay unconscious.
He had seen it all.
Worse, financial records revealed Dominic had been funneling money into a shell company owned by Paige. Victoria had been using company funds for jewelry, vacations, and political donations.
They believed Dominic controlled everything because his name was on the building.
But the voting shares were mine.
At noon, my chief financial officer issued an emergency notice to every executive, suspending Dominic pending a fraud investigation.
His corporate cards were frozen while he was buying Paige a diamond bracelet.
The store’s security footage showed him smiling—until the card was declined.
“What do you mean, frozen?” he snapped.
Minutes later, a locksmith arrived at the mansion with a court officer. Since the property belonged to my holding firm and Dominic’s occupancy rights had been terminated due to criminal misconduct, he had forty-eight hours to leave.
Victoria called me, screaming.
“You scheming little parasite! That house belongs to my son!”
“No,” I said, speaking to her for the first time since the fall. “It belongs to the woman you pushed down the stairs.”
Silence shattered across the line.
Then Dominic took the phone.
“Audrey, listen. I didn’t know about the baby.”
“You knew I was lying broken beneath you.”
“My mother panicked.”
“You stepped over me.” His breathing grew uneven. “We can fix this.”
I looked down at the ultrasound photo Dr. Reed had given me. “There is no ‘we’ anymore.”
That evening, Dominic stood outside company headquarters and held a press conference, claiming an unknown investor was attempting a hostile takeover. He called himself the founder and vowed to expose the coward hiding behind legal teams.
I watched from the top-floor boardroom.
Sophia smiled slightly. “He still doesn’t understand.”
“No,” I said calmly. “Let him keep going.”
The next morning, Dominic stormed into the emergency board meeting with Victoria and Paige at his side, all three dressed like they were ready for battle.
He stopped the moment he saw me sitting at the head of the table.
The chairman rose. “Mr. Vance, this is Audrey Crestwood, majority owner of Vance Development.”
Dominic’s face went blank.
He had chosen the wrong woman to destroy.
