I pretended the acci:dent had broken my bones, so I sat silently in my wheelchair and watched my fiancée laugh mockingly in front of everyone. “Look at you,” she sneered, leaning closer. “Now you’re nothing—just a useless cripple.” No one defended me. Only the maid knelt beside me,

whiskey with a smile sharp enough to cut glass.

“He won’t last,” Daniel said. “The board will panic.”

Vanessa laughed. “Good. Once I marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power. After that…” She lifted her glass. “Poor Adrian can recover in some quiet facility.”

My jaw tightened.

Daniel leaned nearer. “And the maid?”

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