From then on, he questioned every decision I made. He intercepted communications, leaked internal memos, and whispered doubts to the press. Within weeks, the media had given me a cruel nickname: The Accidental Heiress.
But I refused to break.
Then one morning, everything changed.
The Truth Comes Out
A quiet accountant named Maria appeared at my office door, her hands trembling slightly. “You should see this,” she said, setting a folder on my desk.
Inside were records of secret offshore accounts, doctored financial statements—all bearing Nathan’s signature.
My heart pounded. He hadn’t just sabotaged me. He’d been stealing from the company.
I called an emergency board meeting. When Nathan arrived, confident as ever, I pushed the folder toward him.
“Why don’t you explain this?” I asked calmly.
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