My husband wh.ipp.ed me 20 times because of his silver-tongued mistress. I immediately called my billionaire father: ”Dad, just as you told me, destroy his life.” Five minutes later, he was completely stunned and collapsed… — Part 2

Thalia stood up abruptly, her face turning pale. “What is happening here?”

He stared down at me, his eyes wide. “Who exactly is your father?”

The assistant swallowed hard, his hands shaking. “Sir, there is more bad news. The main capital firm has officially withdrawn every single credit guarantee.”

That firm was the invisible, iron spine of his entire business empire. Without their backing, his luxury real estate developments, private jet leases, and political connections would collapse like a house of cards.

Thalia blinked, her voice trembling. “They withdrew their support?”

I slowly pushed myself up, gripping the edge of the mahogany table for support. Pain screamed through my back, but I refused to let myself collapse again.

“My name,” I announced to the room, “is not the one you have been using.”

His breathing became shallow and rapid.

“It is actually the daughter of the family that owns that capital firm,” I said.

Thalia whispered, “That cannot be true.”

I smiled faintly at her terror. “It is entirely true.”

He took a stumbling step backward, as if the floor had suddenly shifted beneath his feet. “You said you wanted nothing to do with your family’s business.”

“I did not want to involve them,” I corrected him. “I simply wanted to know if you were capable of loving me when you believed I had absolutely nothing.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit.

There it was, the ugly, belated answer to my question.

Thalia recovered first, her voice rising in a screech. “She is lying to us. She would have used that name years ago if she were actually important.”

“I did not need to use the name,” I said, my voice cutting through her panic. “I was the only reason you were ever invited into the rooms you were never qualified to enter.”

He lunged toward me, his face twisted in a rage. “You planned this whole thing?”

“No,” I replied. “You planned your own downfall.”

The heavy front doors opened once again.

This time, four massive private security officers marched in, followed by a sharp woman in a navy suit clutching a tablet.

“I am Maya, general counsel for the parent group,” she said. “Mrs. Vale, your father has authorized immediate protective measures.”

Thalia stepped behind him for protection. “This is a nightmare.”

Maya looked directly at him. “Sir, every investment connected to your firm has been terminated for cause. We have secured extensive evidence of corporate embezzlement, forged collateral statements, and systemic misuse of marital assets.”

His knees weakened, and he collapsed onto a nearby stool.

I looked at the leather riding crop he was still clutching.

“And assault,” I added, my voice cold.

Five minutes after my initial call, the entire empire he had built began to disintegrate before his eyes.

His phone kept flashing with notifications from the board chairman, banks, attorneys, and anonymous sources.

He accidentally answered one call on speakerphone.

A furious, booming voice exploded through the rotunda. “What in the hell did you do? They pulled their funding, and the lenders are demanding immediate repayment of all debts! Reporters are calling us about massive fraud allegations!”

He shouted, “Just shut up and listen to me!”

Maya raised her tablet, looking utterly bored. “It is far too late for that. The emergency board vote has just passed, and you have been officially removed as CEO.”

Thalia grabbed his arm, her eyes wild. “You need to fix this right now!”