“My name is Sophia Harrington Wells.”
Ryan closed his eyes.
Madison whispered:
“No…”
“Yes,” I replied. “I’m Charles Harrington’s daughter.”
The silence that followed landed like a sentence.
Nathan stepped backward as if the floor had opened beneath his Italian shoes.
“You said you didn’t want your family involved.”
“I didn’t,” I said. “I wanted to know if you loved me when you believed I had nothing.”
His eyes shook.
There was the answer.
Ugly.
Late.
Final.
PART 3
Five minutes after my call, Nathan Brooks’s life began falling apart right in front of him.
His phone wouldn’t stop lighting up.
Chairman of the Board.
Bank.
Attorney.
Chief Financial Officer.
Unknown Number.
Unknown Number.
Unknown Number.
He accidentally answered one call on speaker.
A furious voice filled the room.
“Nathan! What did you do? Harrington Capital pulled everything. Creditors are demanding immediate payment. Reporters are asking about fraud and domestic vi0lence. Tell me this isn’t true!”
Nathan shouted:
“Shut up!”
Olivia looked up from her tablet.
“Too late. The emergency board vote is already over. You have been removed as CEO of Brooks Group.”
Madison grabbed his arm.
“Nathan, fix this.”
He turned on her.
“Fix it? You told me she was nobody!”
Madison gritted her teeth.
