I never told my husband I was the secret owner of his entire empire. Hours

“… from conducting her duties. Please vacate the premises.”

Adrian’s face paled to a shade that was almost comical. The shock of betrayal was plastered on his features, like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. He turned to me, his expression a mix of disbelief and growing fury.

“Chairwoman?” he spat, as if the word itself was poison. “What is this, Helena? Some kind of twisted joke?”

I smiled—a slow, deliberate gesture that conveyed the power shift more eloquently than words ever could. “Not a joke, Adrian. Just reality. You see, while you were busy with your… extracurricular activities, I was busy ensuring that RossTech remained in safe hands.”

He staggered back, as if I had slapped him. In a way, I had. His mind, sharp as it was, struggled to grasp the full scope of the deception. His empire—no, my empire—teetered on the edge of his understanding, about to fall completely out of his grasp.