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,

had signed my false injury report.

They thought they had cornered a broken man.

Instead, they had handed evidence to the majority shareholder, CEO, and legal owner of every asset they were trying to steal.

I looked at Clara. “Are you afraid?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“Good,” I said softly. “Then you understand what they should be.”

By sunrise, my lawyers had continue reading …