Chapter 2 Sandra pulled a heavy manila folder from her leather briefcase and slammed it onto the glass table, sliding it aggressively across the polished wood until it hit Liam’s chest. "I want a divorce," she said, her voice completely devoid of emotion. "The papers are already drafted. Sign them." A harsh, mocking laugh burst from the female director sitting near the head of the table. "Finally! Honestly, Sandra , we’ve all been waiting for this day. You deserve a real man who actually matches your status, not a parasitic dog clinging to your designer coat heels." "He’s lived off your dime for years," Julian added, crossing his arms and smirking at Liam. "Look at him standing there, frozen like a frightened rabbit. He knows the free ride is over. Back to the soup kitchens for you, church rat!" Sandra stepped closer to Liam, her eyes burning with a mixture of cold disdain and disgust. "I’ve outgrown you, Liam. Years ago, in fact. Looking back at our marriage, you were never

Chapter 4 "I will show you that one million dollars is nothing," Liam said, his voice echoing with absolute certainty across the silent boardroom. Julian threw his head back and roared with laughter, clutching his stomach as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life. "You? Show me one million dollars?" Julian scoffed, stepping closer and looking down his nose at Liam. "Listen to me, you pathetic church rat. If you ever, ever manage to produce one million dollars of your own money, I will bow down on my hands and knees right here and lick the sole of your dirty big toe!" Liam looked Julian dead in the eye, his expression completely unfazed. "Deal. Make sure you do not back down on your words." "Oh, I won't back down!" Julian sneered, turning to the laughing executives before facing Liam again. "But when you lose this bet, you will have to follow me around like a street dog and bark on command for an entire week!" A sharp gasp rippled through the room. Several direc

Chapter 6 The velvet curtains of the Imperial VIP Suite offered a panoramic view of the glittering auction hall below, but Liam barely looked down at the ocean of diamonds and designer gowns. He sat on a plush leather sofa, gently smoothing his daughter’s hair as she quietly ate a gold-dusted pastry. A sharp, demanding knock broke the quiet. Before the private guard could clear the entry, the doors burst open. Sandra marched in, her silk dress rustling aggressively. Her cheeks were flushed with a mixture of rage, embarrassment, and deep denial. She swept her eyes across the crystal chandeliers, the butler service, and finally landed on Liam, her expression contorting into pure disgust. "I knew it!"Sandra sneered, taking swift, heavy strides toward him. "Look at you, sitting here acting like you actually belong in a room like this! Did you really think you could fool me, Liam?" Liam did not even bother to stand up. He casually picked up a porcelain tea cup, taking a slow si

Chapter 8 The grand hall of the White House International Auction exploded into total chaos. Sandra's hysterical shrieks and Julian's frantic accusations spread through the crowd like wild fire. The surrounding billionaires, already stressed by the sudden presence of federal agents and the freezing of state funds, began to panic. To them, the sudden collapse of authority was terrifying. If the Governor could fall in seconds, none of their fortunes were safe. "He's a fraud! The whole thing is a scam!" Julian screamed again, his eyes bloodshot, his hair completely disheveled as he pointed wildly at Liam. "Look at him! He's using fake federal papers to rob us! If we let him leave with that ring, this entire city's economy will collapse!" "He's right!" a high-ranking regional director shouted from the third row, standing up in a panic. "How can a man on a broken wooden chair command the Federal Reserve? It's a coup!" "Grab him! Don't let him leave!" another investor yelled. Within m

Chapter 10 The dim light of the hospital corridor cast long, dark shadows against the frosted glass of the VIP waiting room door. Liam stood frozen outside the narrow gap, his body completely still, his breathing shallow as every single word and sound from inside sliced through his soul like a ragged blade. Inside, on the plush leather couch, Sandra was completely unbothered by the surroundings. She had tossed her dress aside, her body glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights as she rode Julian right there in the middle of the room. Low, heavy moans echoed against the walls, completely uninhibited, entirely shameless. Right across the room, sitting on a small plastic chair in the dark corner, was little Lily. The four-year-old child had her tiny hands clamped tightly over her ears, her knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming silently down her pale cheeks as she trembled in absolute terror and confusion. Julian’s hands gripped Sandra’s hips tightly, a sweaty, arrogant sm