The accident had not broken me.
It had revealed them….
Part 2
Three days later, Victoria began planning my removal from my own company.
She thought I was trapped upstairs in my bedroom, helpless beneath silk sheets and expensive lies. She did not know there were cameras in the library, microphones in the study, and a private elevator that opened into my security room.
At midnight, I watched her on six monitors.
She stood beside Marcus, my so-called best friend, pouring whiskey with a smile sharp enough to cut glass.
“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 lifted her glass. “Poor Julian can recover in some quiet facility.”
My jaw tightened.
Marcus leaned closer. “And the maid?”
Victoria’s smile vanished. “Fire her. She looks at him like he matters.”
I saved the recording.
The next morning, Victoria entered my room carrying flowers like a performance. Lily stood near the window, folding towels.
“My poor darling,” Victoria said loudly, in case anyone was listening. “I’ve spoken to a specialist. A private care center. Very peaceful.”
I looked up. “You want to send me away?”
“For your own good.” Her eyes flicked toward Lily. “And we’ll need to reduce staff. Some people are getting too attached.”
Lily’s fingers paused.
Victoria stepped closer to her. “Pack your things by tonight.”
“No,” I said.
The room went silent.
Victoria turned slowly. “Excuse me?”
“Lily stays.”
Her face hardened. “You don’t give orders anymore, Julian.”
I let the silence stretch. Then I smiled faintly.
That was the first time fear touched her eyes.
She recovered fast. “Fine. Keep your little maid. It won’t matter.”
But it did matter.
Because Lily had already found 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 documents, a draft guardianship petition, and emails between Victoria, Marcus, and a board member named Sterling. They had planned to declare me mentally incompetent.
At the bottom was a payment receipt.
The doctor they had bribed was not my doctor.
It was the man who had signed my false injury report.
They thought they had trapped a broken man.
They had actually handed evidence to the majority shareholder, CEO, and legal owner of every asset they were trying to steal.
I looked at Lily. “Are you afraid?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good,” I said softly. “Then you understand what they should be.”
By sunrise, my lawyers had the files. By noon, my security team had locked every executive server. By evening, I invited everyone back to the ballroom.
Victoria arrived smiling, dressed in white, thinking it was an engagement announcement.
In a way, it was.
