Ruined To Ruthless: Rise Of The Broken Heir

Chapter 6: The Boardroom Storm

The morning sun cut through the tall glass windows of Davenport Industries. Inside, the boardroom smelled of polished wood and expensive coffee. 

The air was tense, filled with men and women in tailored suits, all unaware that their world was about to shift.

Brian entered quietly, his black suit crisp, his presence commanding attention without a word. The board members glanced at him, uncertain, uneasy.

“Brian?” one of them, a middle-aged man named Samuel Kerr, said nervously. “I, I thought you were gone.”

Brian smiled faintly. “Gone?” he repeated. “No. I’ve only been preparing.”

Richard Davenport sat at the head of the table, his face tight. He had recovered from Brian’s previous strike, but his confidence was shaken. He thought he could regain control. He thought Brian was still weak.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Richard said, trying to sound firm. “This is a private meeting.”

Brian’s eyes scanned the room. “Private?” he said softly. “I don’t think so. You see, everything in this room now belongs to me. Or at least, a part of it does.”

The board members exchanged glances. Confusion spread. Brian gestured to Mr. Gray, who pressed a small device. 

Screens behind the board members flickered to life, showing financial reports, transfers, and documents. 

Each slide revealed how Brian had gained control over key subsidiaries, quietly building influence and wealth that no one noticed until now.

Gasps filled the room. Whispers grew louder. Samuel Kerr stepped back. “This, this isn’t possible!” he said. “Brian, you?”

Brian cut him off. “I underestimated nothing. I allowed you all to think I was powerless. You thought I could be pushed, mocked, and discarded. You were wrong.”

Richard’s hands tightened on the table. “Do you think these documents change anything?”

Brian leaned forward slightly. “No. But they prove one thing. The empire you thought you controlled. The wealth you thought belonged only to you, has already begun to slip through your fingers. And the best part? You didn’t see it coming.”

A young board member, Clara Hines, whispered nervously. “He, he actually did it?”

“Yes,” Brian said, voice calm but icy. “I did it. Every move I made, every strategy, every plan, all to reclaim what was taken from me. And now, you all get to watch the results.”

Richard’s face turned pale. “Brian, this is impossible. I built this company. You can’t just.”

Brian shook his head. “I am not taking what you built. I am taking back what belongs to me. What you and Clarissa tried to destroy. And soon, everyone who laughed at me, mocked me, humiliated me, will see the cost of their arrogance.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. Every board member felt it. Brian was no longer the obedient, weak man they could manipulate. 

He was calm, precise, and lethal in his strategy. “Brian.” Richard said, voice low, almost pleading. “You. you won’t stop here. Will you?”

Brian smiled faintly. “No. I won’t stop. And neither should you. Consider this a warning. The world has underestimated me for too long. And now, the game has truly begun.”

The boardroom was silent. Every whisper had stopped. Every pair of eyes watched him, some in fear, some in awe. 

Brian turned and walked to the door. Each step measured. Each step a reminder of the power he now held.

Outside, the city hummed as if nothing had changed. But inside, a storm had started. Brian had shown his first true strike against the board. 

The balance of power had shifted, and the next move would be even more dangerous.

“Mr. Gray,” Brian said quietly as they left the building, “we have begun. But we must plan carefully. Every move must hit harder than the last. Everyone who underestimated me, they will all pay.”

Mr. Gray nodded silently. “And they will, young master. One by one. Patience now ensures the ultimate victory.”

Brian looked at the skyline, lights shimmering like warnings. He clenched his fists. The world had tried to break him.  Now, the world would bend, and this was only the beginning.