Chapter 5 - The Heiress Revealed
I stepped gracefully out of the private elevator and walked confidently onto the plush carpet of the penthouse boardroom.
My posture was perfectly straight, entirely free of the agonizing pain that had completely crippled me the night before.
The world-class medical team had completely eradicated the infection and perfectly stabilized my surgical wounds.
I was absolutely no longer wearing the oversized, baggy gray dress that Derek had forced me to hide my body in.
I wore a stunning, perfectly tailored crimson suit that radiated absolute power and unapologetic, fierce authority.
My hair was flawlessly styled, and my elegant makeup completely hid any lingering traces of the feverish nightmare I had survived.
Derek stared at me with incredibly wide, terrified eyes, completely unable to process the magnificent transformation.
He desperately pushed himself up from the shattered glass, leaving a highly visible trail of dark blood on the floor.
He tried pathetically to put on his charming, manipulative smile, but it looked incredibly pathetic on his bruised, battered face.
He called out my name in a trembling, desperate voice, pretending he was incredibly relieved to finally see me safe.
He actually had the unbelievable audacity to claim he had been searching everywhere for me since the terrible storm.
I walked slowly toward him, my expensive heels clicking rhythmically and intimidatingly against the hardwood floor.
I stopped just inches away from his bleeding form and looked down at him with absolute, cold indifference.
I clearly told him that he was the absolute worst investment I had ever made in my entire life.
Derek reached out a shaking hand, desperately attempting to touch the pristine hem of my crimson trousers.
My father's massive security guards instantly stepped forward and violently kicked his hand away.
Derek wept openly and loudly, desperately begging me to remember the sacred vows we had taken on our wedding day.
He aggressively swore he would spend the rest of his miserable life making it up to me if I just called off my father's wrath.
I calmly reminded him that he had cruelly told me to crawl when I begged for his help on the dark highway.
I reached into my tailored pocket and pulled out a sleek, black digital remote control.
I pressed a single button, and the massive projector screen on the wall descended smoothly from the high ceiling.
The screen illuminated brightly with high-definition security footage from the hospital where I had received my surgery.
The undeniable video clearly showed Derek flirting heavily with a young nurse while I was completely unconscious in the recovery room.
The next devastating clip showed him secretly cancelling my crucial follow-up doctor appointments to save money for his car payments.
I looked directly at Derek and asked him if he genuinely thought my life was really only worth twenty dollars.
Derek sobbed loudly, finally realizing every single cruel act he had ever committed was thoroughly documented.
He turned desperately to Chloe and begged her to help him, completely forgetting she was the very one who had ruined him.
Chloe just smirked coldly and checked her expensive manicure, entirely unbothered by his pathetic, emotional display.
I crouched down slightly so I could look directly into his absolutely terrified, tear-filled eyes.
I whispered softly that I was going to legally strip him of his name, his absolute freedom, and his entire future.
Derek suddenly stopped crying, and his expression violently shifted from desperate fear to a dark, manic rage.
He instantly realized he had absolutely nothing left to lose and no possible, logical way out of this trap.
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With incredible, terrifying speed, he snatched a large, jagged shard of glass from the broken table on the floor.
He lunged forward and aggressively grabbed me around the neck, pressing the sharp glass directly against my throat.
