Tell the World, The Hidden Magnate is Back

CH 6

Ethan couldn't stop looking at her hands.

They were a CEO's hands—bone structure too refined, fingers too elegant for someone who claimed to have nothing. Even the way she held herself, spine straight despite exhaustion, spoke of breeding and education money couldn't fake.

She wasn't a vagrant. She'd been something else.

"You're not telling me everything," he said.

Lily—she'd told him her name in the car—looked away. "Does it matter?"

"You're educated. Well-spoken. Those clothes you were wearing, even torn—they were expensive once." He leaned forward. "What happened to you?"

Silence stretched. Then she sighed, bitter and tired.

"I went bankrupt."

The words dropped like stones.

"Six months ago, I was the CEO of Velmoré group. We had funding, partnerships, an approved IPO scheduled to launch." Her voice went flat. "Then we got bumped. Some other company took our VIP processing slot. By the time we got another chance, our investors had lost confidence. They pulled out. The company collapsed in three weeks."

Ethan and Marcus went very still.

Velmoré group.

"What was your launch date?" His voice came out careful.

"March 15th. Three years ago. Why?"

March 15th. The exact date he'd told Marcus to expedite Vivian's IPO. The exact date he'd said—

"I don't care what it takes. Make it happen."

What it takes.

His eyes cut to Marcus, standing by the door.

The man had gone pale. A thin line of sweat traced his temple despite the cool air.

"Marcus." Ethan's voice dropped to something dangerous. "Step outside for a moment."

"Sir, I—"

"Now."

Marcus fled.

Lily watched, confused. "What's wrong?"

Ethan didn't answer. His mind was racing, piecing together a timeline he'd never bothered to examine before.

Vivian's company had gone through the VIP channel. Approved in record time. He'd made one phone call, pulled a few strings, and suddenly his wife's IPO was fast-tracked.

But VIP slots were limited. If someone jumped the queue, that meant—

Someone got pushed out.

Multiple someones, probably.

And Velmoré group had been right in front of Vivian's firm.

Of course. Marcus, eager to impress, hadn't just expedited. He'd cleared the entire path. Kicked out every company blocking Vivian's way.

Ethan's hands curled into fists.

Lily was still talking, oblivious to the realization tearing through him. "I lost everything. The company, my savings, my apartment—I used it all trying to keep us afloat. When it finally collapsed, I had nothing left."

"Why were you at the cemetery today?" The question came out rougher than intended.

She looked at him, surprised. "I was walking. Trying to clear my head before a job interview. Those men—" Her voice trembled. "They offered me a drink at a café. Said they were recruiters. I was desperate enough to believe them."

Drugged at a café. Targeted specifically. This wasn't random.

"The job interview," Ethan said slowly. "What company?"

"Some startup. The address they gave me was near the cemetery." She paused. "Why?"

Because someone had lured her there. Set her up. Sent men to—

His jaw tightened. One problem at a time.

First, he had to fix what he'd broken.

Ethan rose abruptly. Lily flinched.

"Wait here."

He stepped into the hallway where Marcus stood, practically vibrating with anxiety.

"Sir, I can explain—"

"How many?" Ethan's voice was ice. "How many companies did you bump to clear Vivian's path?"

Marcus's throat worked. "I... I don't have exact numbers—"

"How many?"

"Seven. Maybe eight. Sir, you said to expedite, I thought—"

"You thought what?" Each word could cut glass. "That destroying people's livelihoods was 'efficient'? That ruining seven companies was acceptable collateral damage?"

"I was trying to help!"

"You were trying to impress me." Ethan stepped closer. Marcus backed against the wall. "And in doing so, you left a trail of destruction I'm now responsible for."

"Sir—"

"The woman in that room?" Ethan's voice dropped to something lethal. "She lost everything because of an order I gave and you executed poorly. Her company. Her home. Her future. All gone. Because you couldn't be bothered to do the job right."

Marcus was sweating openly now.

Ethan pulled out his phone. Sent a text. Then looked up.

"You have seventy-two hours. I want a list of every company that was bumped three years ago. Every CEO, every investor, every employee affected. Names, contact information, current status."

"That's going to take—"

"Seventy-two hours." The authority in his voice was absolute. "And then you're going to help me fix it. All of it. Starting with Velmoré group."

"But sir, the IPO process alone will take months—"

"Then you'd better start now." Ethan's eyes were cold. "Because if you don't, you'll be looking for new employment. And I promise you, Marcus—after I'm done, no one in this industry will hire you. Ever."

The threat hung in the air.

Marcus nodded frantically. "Understood, sir."

"Go. And send Dr. Hayes back in on your way out."

Marcus practically ran.

Ethan stood in the empty hallway, rage simmering beneath his skin. He'd spent three years sacrificing everything for Vivian. And in doing so, he'd destroyed people like Lily.

People who'd actually earned their success.

He took a breath. Forced the fury down. Then returned to the suite.

Lily was standing now, arms wrapped around herself. "What was that about?"

"A mistake I need to fix." He gestured to the chair. "Sit. Please."

She didn't move. "You're being cryptic."

"I'm only being careful." He met her eyes. "Lily, I need to ask you something. If you don't have a home, where have you been staying all this time?"

The question landed like a blow.

"I don't." The words came out sharp. "I've been staying in cheap motels. The kind where you don't ask questions and they don't check IDs too carefully."

Ethan felt something twist in his chest.

"For six months?"

"For six months." She looked away. "I do freelance coding work when I can find it. Enough to eat. Enough to sleep somewhere with a lock on the door. That's it."

Silence.

"I have a property," Ethan said finally. "In Riverside. It's been vacant for two years." Since my mother died. The thought came unbidden. He pushed it away. "You could stay there.”

"I can't—"

"Just temporarily. Until you get back on your feet."

"We're strangers." Lily's voice rose. "You saved my life, and I'm grateful, but I can't accept—"

"The apartment is empty. If it can help someone who needs it, why should it stay vacant?" He moved toward the door. "Come on. I'll take you there myself."

"You don't have to—"

"I know." He paused, looked back. "But I want to."

Something in his tone made her stop protesting.

Dr. Hayes, who'd been quietly observing, spoke up. "Miss Morgan, I'd advise accepting. You need rest and safety. Mr. Cross is offering both."

Lily looked between them. Searching for the catch, the hidden angle.

Finding none, she exhaled slowly. "Okay. But just temporarily."

"Agreed."

She gathered her torn clothes. Wrapped the robe tighter.

Ethan held the door open. She walked through, and he followed.

Three years of being powerless—over.

Lily Morgan lost everything because of him.

He'll get it back.

Whoever tried to hurt her would learn what happened when the Phantom stopped hiding.