Lily had completely lost control.I didn't understand it. Not long ago, when I was named the wealthiest man in the country, she had celebrated with unrestrained joy. She had told me she was the happiest woman in the world, swearing she'd rely on me for the rest of her life. I had indulged her, promising to take care of her. But now? Now, there wasn't even a shred of trust in her eyes.What did Lily truly want?After a few more slaps landed across my face, I turned to the lead surgeon. "Doctor, I never touched her—not even once. How could she have a miscarriage?"The doctor avoided my gaze, his expression tinged with a faint but unmissable trace of surprise. "When you went to the elevator, we didn't follow you."I pressed further, my voice edged with frustration. "Isn't there surveillance in the elevator?""There isn't," he replied plainly.In that moment, the ground beneath me seemed to crumble. My heart turned cold as stone.Once again, I was being accused of causing Madelin
When I returned home and saw my parents sitting on the couch—my father reading the newspaper, my mother sipping tea—my eyes instantly reddened."Dad, Mom... I'm home."My mother immediately put down her cup and called me over, bustling toward the kitchen. "You're home so late again. I told your father not to hand over the company to you so soon!"My father frowned, clearly disagreeing. "Matt was born smart. In the future, when he and Lily have children, they'll only be smarter. Our family—""Dad!" I cut him off. "I've broken up with Lily. We won't get married, ever."They both stared at me, stunned. The engagement was next week, and now this... it was unheard of."I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, I—" I stumbled over my words, trying to explain.My father placed a firm hand on my shoulder. His voice was steady, almost comforting. "It's fine. Our family isn't in a rush to carry on the lineage."The lump in my throat tightened. My eyes burned again, but I forced it down, swallowing hard. I sa
Once inside, they began surveying the house, their eyes glinting with a mix of greed and envy. Some reached out to touch the vases, while others grabbed teapots and helped themselves to a drink. It was an outrageous display of audacity, as if they had rehearsed the art of shamelessness to perfection.My parents watched them coldly, saying nothing.Lily walked in with her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping the room before settling into a single-seater sofa."Matt," she said, her voice dripping with mock sorrow, "I never wanted your money in the first place. But you pushed my mother, causing her miscarriage. If not for that, do you think I'd be forced to such extremes today?"She dabbed at the corners of her eyes in a deliberate display of anguish. The performance, as crude as it was, succeeded in riling up her ragtag entourage. The man who had been inspecting a vase moments earlier now hurled it to the floor. It shattered, scattering shards across the room."That vase is a family he
In the span of five seconds, my house descended into utter chaos. Shards of broken vases, torn paper, and fruit peels piled up in corners. Some even spat repeatedly on the floor, leaving glistening stains of disdain.Perfect. This was exactly the effect I wanted.I cast a brief glance at the security camera in the corner, a faint smile curving my lips. Sliding my hand casually into my pocket, my fingers brushed against the control device. A slight press of the button, and the feed went dead.I turned to Lily, my expression calm and untroubled. "Now, it's my turn."Her brows knitted tightly. "What are you playing at?"Before her words fully settled in the room, I snapped my fingers. In an instant, the doors burst open, and a swarm of bodyguards and police officers poured in.Guns were raised; orders barked. One by one, the intruders were subdued, their protests dissolving into silence under the force of authority."Don't move! You're trespassing on private property. You are all u
She was already naturally captivating, her delicate features enough to draw anyone in. Now, with every tear she shed, every quiver of her voice, she pulled at the heartstrings of her audience with calculated precision."He did this," she said, voice trembling, "but I can't say his name. How could we ever fight against the power of capital? After my mom lost her baby, she's been bedridden. She's tried ending her life, again and again—all because of him. If it weren't for him, how could we have ended up like this?"The camera shifted to show her mother lying in a hospital bed, her lips pale as death. She cried, murmuring repeatedly that she didn't want to live anymore. The scene was devastating, heart-wrenching in its presentation, yet the omission of my name only served to stoke the curiosity and fury of her audience.Her livestream's followers multiplied each day as public outrage brewed. Today, the viewership had surged past 200,000, a milestone that marked her success in manipulat
"I'll respond again," I continued. "When Madeline arrived at the hospital, I didn't lay a finger on her—not once—until she was taken into the emergency room. There's video evidence to prove it."Brian promptly played the video.Lily seized the opening. "In the elevator, where there were no cameras, you killed my mom's baby with your own hands!" She paused, then added with venom, "And there's a doctor who can testify to it!""A doctor? Are you referring to Dr. Harley Winston?"The camera shifted, and my livestream cut to a view of Dr. Winston, the very surgeon who had operated on Madeline. I pointed my phone at his face, the lens closing in mercilessly. With a faint smile, I asked, "Dr. Winston, do you know how Madeline had a miscarriage?"Dr. Winston's hands trembled slightly, though his face maintained a veneer of righteous indignation. "It was all under Lily's instructions. The truth is, Madeline never had a miscarriage at all—it was a fabrication, a lie concocted by the mot
"Do you have any proof that I ordered my bodyguards to beat you?" I asked.Lily, as if she had anticipated this question, rolled up her sleeves. Dark, angry scars snaked along her arms—stark evidence that stole the breath from everyone watching the live stream."This is the proof!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "These scars are proof of what you've done!"The audience in the live stream collectively gasped. The sight was ghastly, her injuries eliciting a visceral reaction. I scoffed, the faintest curl of disdain touching my lips. Lily had gone to such lengths to fabricate her innocence that I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity.For a moment, I remained silent, my brows furrowed in deliberate contemplation. She took my silence as a sign of helplessness and seized the opportunity to launch into another theatrical lament. Her tears fell like a tragic heroine wronged by fate, painting me as nothing less than a tyrant wielding absolute power."Ah, Lily," I fina
Lily shut down her live stream.In my own stream, the viewers began piecing it all together. The realization spread like ripples on water—this had all been a ruse. A grand, elaborate scam.Not long after, the police arrested Lily. She and her accomplices were charged with fraud and promptly taken to jail.Before the authorities arrived, however, her shameless and impoverished relatives turned on her. Armed with tools, they descended on her like a swarm, their shouts rising in a chaotic crescendo."You promised us mansions and riches! Lily, how dare you fool us!""Beat this wench to death!"Even her mother wasn't spared. Trembling in the corner, Madeline caught their attention, and soon the blows were directed at both women. Fists and kicks rained down without mercy. Rumor had it that Lily's leg was broken during the assault. When she begged for my forgiveness, I looked at my own legs, and the faintest smile curled my lips. Karma, I thought.The incident dominated the headlines
Lily shut down her live stream.In my own stream, the viewers began piecing it all together. The realization spread like ripples on water—this had all been a ruse. A grand, elaborate scam.Not long after, the police arrested Lily. She and her accomplices were charged with fraud and promptly taken to jail.Before the authorities arrived, however, her shameless and impoverished relatives turned on her. Armed with tools, they descended on her like a swarm, their shouts rising in a chaotic crescendo."You promised us mansions and riches! Lily, how dare you fool us!""Beat this wench to death!"Even her mother wasn't spared. Trembling in the corner, Madeline caught their attention, and soon the blows were directed at both women. Fists and kicks rained down without mercy. Rumor had it that Lily's leg was broken during the assault. When she begged for my forgiveness, I looked at my own legs, and the faintest smile curled my lips. Karma, I thought.The incident dominated the headlines
"Do you have any proof that I ordered my bodyguards to beat you?" I asked.Lily, as if she had anticipated this question, rolled up her sleeves. Dark, angry scars snaked along her arms—stark evidence that stole the breath from everyone watching the live stream."This is the proof!" she shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "These scars are proof of what you've done!"The audience in the live stream collectively gasped. The sight was ghastly, her injuries eliciting a visceral reaction. I scoffed, the faintest curl of disdain touching my lips. Lily had gone to such lengths to fabricate her innocence that I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity.For a moment, I remained silent, my brows furrowed in deliberate contemplation. She took my silence as a sign of helplessness and seized the opportunity to launch into another theatrical lament. Her tears fell like a tragic heroine wronged by fate, painting me as nothing less than a tyrant wielding absolute power."Ah, Lily," I fina
"I'll respond again," I continued. "When Madeline arrived at the hospital, I didn't lay a finger on her—not once—until she was taken into the emergency room. There's video evidence to prove it."Brian promptly played the video.Lily seized the opening. "In the elevator, where there were no cameras, you killed my mom's baby with your own hands!" She paused, then added with venom, "And there's a doctor who can testify to it!""A doctor? Are you referring to Dr. Harley Winston?"The camera shifted, and my livestream cut to a view of Dr. Winston, the very surgeon who had operated on Madeline. I pointed my phone at his face, the lens closing in mercilessly. With a faint smile, I asked, "Dr. Winston, do you know how Madeline had a miscarriage?"Dr. Winston's hands trembled slightly, though his face maintained a veneer of righteous indignation. "It was all under Lily's instructions. The truth is, Madeline never had a miscarriage at all—it was a fabrication, a lie concocted by the mot
She was already naturally captivating, her delicate features enough to draw anyone in. Now, with every tear she shed, every quiver of her voice, she pulled at the heartstrings of her audience with calculated precision."He did this," she said, voice trembling, "but I can't say his name. How could we ever fight against the power of capital? After my mom lost her baby, she's been bedridden. She's tried ending her life, again and again—all because of him. If it weren't for him, how could we have ended up like this?"The camera shifted to show her mother lying in a hospital bed, her lips pale as death. She cried, murmuring repeatedly that she didn't want to live anymore. The scene was devastating, heart-wrenching in its presentation, yet the omission of my name only served to stoke the curiosity and fury of her audience.Her livestream's followers multiplied each day as public outrage brewed. Today, the viewership had surged past 200,000, a milestone that marked her success in manipulat
In the span of five seconds, my house descended into utter chaos. Shards of broken vases, torn paper, and fruit peels piled up in corners. Some even spat repeatedly on the floor, leaving glistening stains of disdain.Perfect. This was exactly the effect I wanted.I cast a brief glance at the security camera in the corner, a faint smile curving my lips. Sliding my hand casually into my pocket, my fingers brushed against the control device. A slight press of the button, and the feed went dead.I turned to Lily, my expression calm and untroubled. "Now, it's my turn."Her brows knitted tightly. "What are you playing at?"Before her words fully settled in the room, I snapped my fingers. In an instant, the doors burst open, and a swarm of bodyguards and police officers poured in.Guns were raised; orders barked. One by one, the intruders were subdued, their protests dissolving into silence under the force of authority."Don't move! You're trespassing on private property. You are all u
Once inside, they began surveying the house, their eyes glinting with a mix of greed and envy. Some reached out to touch the vases, while others grabbed teapots and helped themselves to a drink. It was an outrageous display of audacity, as if they had rehearsed the art of shamelessness to perfection.My parents watched them coldly, saying nothing.Lily walked in with her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping the room before settling into a single-seater sofa."Matt," she said, her voice dripping with mock sorrow, "I never wanted your money in the first place. But you pushed my mother, causing her miscarriage. If not for that, do you think I'd be forced to such extremes today?"She dabbed at the corners of her eyes in a deliberate display of anguish. The performance, as crude as it was, succeeded in riling up her ragtag entourage. The man who had been inspecting a vase moments earlier now hurled it to the floor. It shattered, scattering shards across the room."That vase is a family he
When I returned home and saw my parents sitting on the couch—my father reading the newspaper, my mother sipping tea—my eyes instantly reddened."Dad, Mom... I'm home."My mother immediately put down her cup and called me over, bustling toward the kitchen. "You're home so late again. I told your father not to hand over the company to you so soon!"My father frowned, clearly disagreeing. "Matt was born smart. In the future, when he and Lily have children, they'll only be smarter. Our family—""Dad!" I cut him off. "I've broken up with Lily. We won't get married, ever."They both stared at me, stunned. The engagement was next week, and now this... it was unheard of."I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, I—" I stumbled over my words, trying to explain.My father placed a firm hand on my shoulder. His voice was steady, almost comforting. "It's fine. Our family isn't in a rush to carry on the lineage."The lump in my throat tightened. My eyes burned again, but I forced it down, swallowing hard. I sa
Lily had completely lost control.I didn't understand it. Not long ago, when I was named the wealthiest man in the country, she had celebrated with unrestrained joy. She had told me she was the happiest woman in the world, swearing she'd rely on me for the rest of her life. I had indulged her, promising to take care of her. But now? Now, there wasn't even a shred of trust in her eyes.What did Lily truly want?After a few more slaps landed across my face, I turned to the lead surgeon. "Doctor, I never touched her—not even once. How could she have a miscarriage?"The doctor avoided my gaze, his expression tinged with a faint but unmissable trace of surprise. "When you went to the elevator, we didn't follow you."I pressed further, my voice edged with frustration. "Isn't there surveillance in the elevator?""There isn't," he replied plainly.In that moment, the ground beneath me seemed to crumble. My heart turned cold as stone.Once again, I was being accused of causing Madelin
Her eyes flickered hesitantly before she reluctantly climbed onto the emergency bed. Even as she lay there, Madeline clung tightly to my sleeve, pleading with me not to leave her side.I followed as the medical staff wheeled her toward the elevator. Then, out of nowhere, she cried out, "Matt, I don't like them being in the elevator with us. Can you have them wait upstairs for us?"I narrowed my eyes, uncertain. "Madeline, that doesn't seem appropriate."She quickly added, her voice tinged with desperation, "Matt, I'm a middle-aged woman about to give birth. It's embarrassing... Please, just this once, I'm begging you."Her words made me frown, but I reluctantly agreed.Once the elevator doors opened, I pushed the bed inside. Five seconds later, we arrived on the upper floor, where the waiting doctors immediately took over. They briskly wheeled the emergency bed toward the operating room, leaving me standing at the threshold.This time, everything should go smoothly, I told myself