PART 2: “YOU SIGNED MY DEATH WARRANT… USING A PEN I OWNED.”
The first thing I asked for wasn’t water.
It wasn’t pain medication.
It wasn’t even my father.
It was my laptop.
The nurse blinked in surprise when I whispered it through cracked lips.
“You just woke up after three days, sweetheart.”
“I know,” I rasped. “Please.”
By then, the pain in my ribs felt secondary to the rage burning through me.
Because while my father believed I had been unconscious…
I had heard everything.
Every word.
Every calculation.
Every plan they made while standing beside my hospital bed like vultures waiting for permission to feed.
At 2:13 a.m., the night after I woke up, the hospital room was dark except for the glow of my monitor and the city lights beyond the window.
My laptop sat open across my knees.
And my father’s entire empire sat open inside it.
You learn strange things growing up as the daughter of a billionaire.
You learn that wealthy men hide money the way frightened people hide weapons.
Every account has another account behind it.
Every company has three shells beneath it.
Every marriage has secrets.
Every smile has paperwork.
My mother taught me all of it.
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