Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 4

Asking the question Liam’s throat burned as he swallowed the tight lump in it. His voice came out cracked, raw, almost like a cry.

“Why would you do such a thing?” he asked quietly. “I thought you loved me.”

He pointed at Mr Benjamin, his hand trembling but steady enough to drive his point.

“He has nothing to offer you,” Liam said, pain lacing every word. “Don't you know who he's, I have not told you who he's. He’s just a skirt chaser! He will never marry you, Emily. Never! He uses women like they’re toys, you know that, I have told you countless times before.”

He still couldn’t wrap his head around what he was seeing, what he was hearing. Emily’s family was almost as wealthy as the Reeds the same social class as the Benjamins. So what was she hoping to gain from this? Why throw everything away for someone like him?

A sudden sound filled the silence. It was laughter loud, cruel, oddly relaxed.

Benjamin leaned against his desk, half dressed, his face creased in amusement. “You’re such a fool, Liam,” he said, still smiling mockingly.

“Two years, and you never touched your own wife. You really believed her, didn’t you? Thought she just wanted to wait… that she wanted to focus on your ‘future’ first.”

Then he shook his head, still laughing. “I figured she couldn’t pull that off for long, but you—” he glanced at Emily with a smirk—“you’re a bigger moron than I imagined. You actually fell for it.”

Every word twisted deeper into Liam’s chest. His eyebrows drew together, confusion mixing with disbelief. “What are you talking about?” he managed to say, his eyes darting between them.

At that moment Emily moved closer to Benjamin and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, as if claiming him fully. Her face steadied. The kindness that once lived there was gone, replaced by something colder, and calculating, sure of itself.

“I never loved you, Liam,” she said at last, her tone flat, merciless.

Hearing what she just said Liam blinked, unable to breathe for a moment.

“I’ve known Benjamin for a long time,” Emily continued, her voice frighteningly calm. “We were supposed to get married years ago. But then my family discovered through a reliable source that the land your old wooden house sits on contains valuable minerals.”

Her words came slow, almost patient, as though she was explaining math to a child.

“If we had reported it to the government, you would’ve been forced to leave the land. They’d pay you a peanut compared to what it’s actually worth. But if the land belonged to my family…”

At that moment she gave a small, satisfied smile. “We would receive not only a huge payout from the government but also a lifetime share from the mining revenue.”

Liam’s legs gave way beneath him, and he fell to his knees. The sound of them hitting the floor echoed faintly across the tiled office, hollow and heavy like the thud of finality. His hands slid forward instinctively, almost reaching for something to hold onto but there was nothing.

That was when the realization hit him, It all began to make sense, painfully, piece by piece.

He had never seen Emily’s body before. Not once since they married. She had always found reasons too tired, too stressed, not ready, the timing wasn’t right. He thought it was because she wanted stability first, that she was planning for their future before bringing a child into it. He didn’t know the truth was simpler: she just didn’t want him. She never wanted him.

At that moment Emily’s lips curved into a small smile, the kind that carried cruelty dressed as grace.

“Yesterday,” she began, almost sweetly, “you made me the head of the household… So I had the power to sell the house. I transferred the property to my parents’ name. It’s done. There’s nothing you can do about it. It’s forever.”

The words fell softly, but each one struck him like stones.

Liam’s eyes widened, his mouth parting without sound. His whole body shook. The air around him suddenly felt too thin, too cold to breathe.

That house… His great‑grandparents had built it with their bare hands, one brick at a time. His grandfather kept it alive, repaired it when the storms came. His father lived and died there. It was the last thing left of his bloodline, the only legacy he had ever known. Everything he was had started under that roof.

Now it was gone, all gone.

He remembered the moment vividly the moment he handed her the household rights. He did it because he trusted her, because she had told him it would make tax issues easier. The agents had been visiting often, asking for property taxes and paperwork; she pleaded gently every night, convincing him it was safer that way.

For over a week, she had insisted, smiling softly, acting like she cared about easing his stress. And he, foolishly, thought he was protecting her protecting them. So yesterday, he signed the paper.

He made her head of the house.

He thought he was securing a benefit for himself too, maybe saving a little time and legal advantage from the mining company’s regulations.

He didn’t know he never imagined it was her plan all along.

And once she accomplished it, she didn’t even wait a day.

She divorced him the next day.

Liam remained on the floor, his palms pressed against the cold tiles, his mind swirling in chaos. Every thought collided with another until nothing felt real anymore. The air around him seemed to twist; the walls, the desk, even Emily’s face blurred together into one dreadful storm.

“How could you be so heartless!”

The words tore out of him, raw and trembling.

He sprang to his feet with sudden force, the kind that comes when pain turns into rage. His breathing was sharp and uneven as he moved toward her.

The look in his eyes wasn’t pure anger it was desperation, the cry of a broken man who couldn’t understand why the person he loved had chosen to destroy him so easily.

Immediately Emily stepped back instinctively. Her face showed no fear, just annoyance, as though Liam’s pain was a nuisance to her.

To her, it looked like she had done nothing wrong like she had every right to sell his home, lie to his face, and leave him hollow inside.

It burned through Liam’s chest, that expression.

Everything he’d worked for was gone his home, his family history, his dignity all erased with her coldness. No remorse. No hint of regret. She looked at him as if he were less than human. Like he was simply another E‑citizen something beneath her, something disposable.