The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Grant's brows tightened, a flicker of astonishment surfacing in his dark, brooding eyes. He had assumed Nigel's sudden appearance in the board meeting and his decision to bring Bella into the fold were calculated moves-a carefully laid trap to force him out of the president's seat.

He had prepared for resistance and crafted a thousand countermeasures. Yet, against all expectations, the transition had been seamless. No obstacles. No opposition.

Gregory was equally stunned, though this outcome was precisely what he had hoped for.

Grant, who stood before him now, was no longer just his son. He was a guillotine, hanging above his head-a silent, ever-present threat. A reminder that the past had not been buried and that his sins were not forgotten.

They lingered, a storm on the horizon, waiting to descend and shatter everything he had built. The hand poised over the trigger belonged to none other than his own son-his most trusted, most valued eldest son.

Gregory's weary eyes followed Grant as he rose gracefully amid the applause. He could hear him speaking, but the words reached his ears in a distant, muted blur.

His gaze drifted to Justin, his younger son. Even in the face of such humiliation, he remained composed, his expression unreadable. He was like the silent depths of the ocean at midnight-concealing the sorrowful tides beneath.

Bitterness surged at the back of Gregory's throat, seeping beneath his tongue, flooding his mouth with its acrid taste.

Gregory knew that his eldest had long since become a devil, and his youngest son was pure-hearted and righteous even though he had suffered years of neglect.

For over 20 years, Gregory had abandoned Justin and left him to shoulder endless grievances alone. But for the sake of the Salvador family, for the sake of his own survival, he had no choice.

"Thank you, Grandpa, Dad, and esteemed board members, for your trust. I will lead the Salvador Corporation to success, secure the A5 project, and prove myself worthy of your expectations."

Grant lifted his gaze, his dark eyes settling

watchful eyes of the entire room, he strode

around Bella's heart as she felt the weight of his gaze- oppressive

a serpent in human skin, a satanic force

The veins on his

the Salvador Corporation." Grant's lips curled into a poised, polished smile as he

exhaled slowly, her lips tilting into an unreadable smile. She

was ice-cold, smooth as

gaze darkened, thick as ink,

difficult to breathe. Emotions surged

A5 project's competition. That was not just a passing remark, was it?" Grant's

curled into a blade-sharp smile, gleaming

If you have doubts, I can sign a formal pledge, stamp it with an official

us new energy. I also hope that you and I can work together to create a brighter future for both Salvador Corporation

withdrew

in the presidential suite

muscles. His thighs and lower back were sore from exertion. His fingers pressed against his waist as he struggled to sit up, his body trembling

His pale skin was marred by vivid, searing-red traces. His neck, collarbone, and chest