“Well, well,” Richard mocked, leaning over Alexander. “Time for early retirement.”
Alexander rasped weakly, maintaining the act. “Richard… you were my friend… I trusted you…”
“Business is business,” Richard laughed, pulling Victoria into a shameless kiss. “And Victoria deserves a real man. Sign.”
The documents were placed on Alexander’s chest. Total transfer of assets. A financial execution.
“I… can’t move my hand,” Alexander muttered.
“I’ll help,” Victoria said sweetly, grabbing his limp hand and forcing a pen between his fingers. “Sign—and it all ends.”
At that moment, Elena burst into the room.
” she screamed, throwing herself forward
“Stop!” she screamed, throwing herself forward. “This is illegal! You’re abusing a disabled man!”
Furious, Richard grabbed her arm and slammed her to the floor.
“I’m done with this maid,” he snarled. “Victoria, call security. Throw out this trash, the cripple, and the kids. Now.”
The guards—men Alexander had employed for years—entered with lowered eyes. Cash spoke louder than loyalty.
Alexander was dumped into an old, rusted wheelchair pulled from the basement.
Minutes later, they were shoved through the iron gates into the storm.
The gates slammed shut behind them like a final sentence.
Rain poured down in sheets of ice. The twins cried in terror.
