Chapter 4 - The Betrayal of the Mistress
Derek stumbled backward as if he had just been physically struck by a heavy, devastating blow.
He stared completely dumbfounded at the woman he had risked his entire marriage for, unable to comprehend the absolute betrayal.
Chloe laughed a melodic, entirely chilling laugh that echoed off the expensive glass walls of the massive boardroom.
She elegantly crossed her legs and casually sipped a glass of expensive champagne while watching him sweat profusely.
Derek desperately asked her why she was doing this to him after everything they had intimately shared.
Chloe sneered fiercely and told him that their entire romantic relationship was just a highly paid, strategic corporate assignment.
She explained that she was a specialized corporate spy explicitly hired to uncover his illegal, massive embezzlement schemes.
Derek had been secretly skimming money from his wealthy clients for years to fund his lavish, entirely fake lifestyle.
He genuinely thought he was a brilliant mastermind, but he had eagerly bragged about his financial crimes to her in bed.
Chloe proudly revealed that she had secretly recorded every single confession and forwarded them directly to the federal authorities.
Derek fell heavily to his knees on the plush carpet, desperately pleading with her to delete the evidence and run away with him.
He frantically promised he would immediately divorce his sick, useless wife and give Chloe whatever she desired.
Chloe looked down at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust and absolute contempt.
She told him that his discarded wife was the only reason he was still currently breathing air.
Derek frowned in absolute confusion, having completely no idea what Willow had to do with his corporate ruin.
He angrily yelled that Willow was just a pathetic, poor orphan who smelled like rotting death.
The heavy oak doors of the boardroom violently slammed open, instantly interrupting his cruel, pathetic tirade.
Marcus Sterling marched aggressively into the room with an aura of terrifying, absolute authority.
He grabbed Derek tightly by the collar of his expensive shirt and lifted him entirely off the ground.
Derek choked loudly and clawed desperately at the older man's unbreakable, iron grip.
Marcus violently threw Derek across the room like a discarded, worthless rag doll.
Derek crashed heavily into a thick glass table, completely shattering the expensive surface into a million sharp pieces.
He groaned in sheer agony as sharp shards of glass sliced deeply through his clothes and skin.
Marcus stood imposingly over him and introduced himself as the founder and supreme owner of Sterling Enterprises.
Derek coughed up thick blood and begged for mercy, swearing he had never done anything to offend the billionaire.
Marcus coldly informed him that he had intentionally left a piece of precious treasure on Interstate 87 last night.
Derek's panicked mind raced, completely failing to connect his abandoned wife to this powerful titan of industry.
He weakly stammered that he had only left a sick, burdensome woman on the highway because she was ruining his car.
Marcus reached into his tailored suit pocket and pulled out the crumpled, mud-stained twenty-dollar bill.
He dropped the dirty, ruined bill directly onto Derek's bleeding chest with absolute, undeniable contempt.
Marcus stated that this was the exact, pathetic price of Derek's miserable, worthless life.
Derek finally realized the horrific, undeniable truth of whose daughter he had left to die in the freezing storm.
He started to sob uncontrollably, realizing he had abused and abandoned the sole heiress to a global empire.
Suddenly, the private elevator chimed softly, officially signaling the arrival of another highly anticipated guest.
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Marcus stepped aside and told Derek to look very closely at the woman stepping out of the dark shadows.
Derek squinted through his pathetic tears and screamed out loud when he saw who was walking into the room.
