PART 2
Three days later, Victoria started planning how to remove me from my own company.
She believed I was confined upstairs in my bedroom, helpless beneath silk sheets and carefully crafted lies. She didn’t know there were cameras in the library, microphones in the study, and a private elevator that led directly to my security room.
At midnight, I watched her across six monitors.
She stood beside Marcus—my so-called best friend—pouring whiskey, her smile sharp enough to cut.
“He won’t last,” Marcus said. “The board will panic.”
Victoria laughed. “Good. Once I marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power. After that…” She raised her glass. “Poor Julian can recover somewhere quiet.”
My jaw clenched.
Marcus leaned closer. “And the maid?”
Victoria’s smile faded. “Fire her. She looks at him like he matters.”
I saved the recording.
The next morning, Victoria walked into my room holding flowers, playing her part perfectly. Lily stood by the window, folding towels.
“My poor darling,” Victoria said loudly, making sure anyone nearby could hear. “I’ve already spoken to a specialist. A private care facility. Very শান্ত and comfortable.”
I lifted my gaze to hers. “You’re planning to send me away?”
“For your own good.” Her eyes briefly shifted toward Lily. “And we’ll need to cut down the staff. Some people are becoming far too attached.”
Lily’s hands stilled.
Victoria stepped closer to her. “Have your things packed by tonight.”
“No,” I said.
The room fell completely silent.
Victoria turned to me slowly. “Excuse me?”
“Lily stays.”
Her expression hardened instantly. “You don’t make decisions anymore, Julian.”
I let the quiet stretch between us. Then I gave a faint smile.
For the first time, I saw fear flicker in her eyes.
She recovered quickly. “Fine. Keep your precious maid. It won’t change anything.”
But it would.
Because Lily had already uncovered something.
That evening, she slipped into my room holding a torn envelope. “Sir… I found this in Miss Victoria’s trash.”
Inside were copies of forged medical records, a draft for guardianship, and emails exchanged between Victoria, Marcus, and a board member named Sterling. They had been planning to declare me mentally unfit.
At the bottom was a payment receipt.
The doctor they had bribed wasn’t mine.
He was the same man who signed off on my false injury report.
They believed they had cornered a broken man.
Instead, they had handed evidence directly to the majority shareholder, the CEO, and the legal owner of every asset they were trying to take.
I looked at Lily. “Are you afraid?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good,” I said quietly. “Then you understand what they should be.”
By sunrise, my legal team had everything. By noon, my security division had locked down every executive server. By evening, I invited everyone back to the ballroom.
Victoria arrived smiling, dressed in white, convinced it was an engagement announcement.
In a way, it was.
Just not hers.
The ballroom doors swung open, just as they had three days before—but the mood had completely shifted. There were no champagne glasses waiting on silver trays this time. Instead, corporate security officers lined the edges of the grand room, their expressions cold and unyielding.
Victoria entered, her white silk gown flowing behind her. Her chin was lifted, confidence radiating from every step. Behind her, Marcus and Sterling followed, exchanging quiet looks of satisfaction. They believed tonight was their moment—to present the guardianship papers to the family and select board members under the pretense of an “urgent intervention.”
“Julian, darling,” Victoria cooed, moving toward me where I sat in my wheelchair at the center of the room. “You’ve gathered everyone again so soon? You should really be resting.”
“I thought it was necessary,” I replied, my voice echoing clearly across the marble floor. “We have quite a lot to discuss.”
Marcus stepped forward, casually touching his breast pocket where the forged documents were hidden. “We’re glad you’re finally accepting reality, man. We’re all here to support you through this transition.”
“Transition,” I repeated, letting the word linger in the air. “That’s an interesting choice.”
I shifted my gaze past them to the back of the room. Lily stood there in her simple uniform, holding a sleek black tablet. When our eyes met, she gave a steady, determined nod.
“Victoria,” I said quietly, “three days ago, you told me I was nothing. A burden. You said my board would panic.”
Victoria’s smile wavered, her eyes darting uneasily toward the security guards. “Julian, you’re clearly confused. The trauma from the accident—”
“Lily,” I interrupted calmly. “Play the midnight recording.”
