Part 2<\/b><\/p>\n
“Who gave you permission to touch her?” Leighton repeated, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper.<\/p>\n
Vivika froze, the smug satisfaction draining from her heavily Botoxed face. “I\u2026 she was resisting, Mr. Bulmont. She\u2019s stubborn, but she\u2019ll scrub your floors perfectly\u2014”<\/p>\n
“Get out.” Leighton didn’t yell. He didn’t have to. The absolute authority in his tone made the security guards instantly step forward, flanking my stepmother.<\/p>\n
“But the investment\u2014”<\/p>\n
“The funds will be transferred. Now leave my house before I have you thrown off the balcony,” he snapped. Vivika scrambled backward, her heels clicking frantically against the marble as the guards escorted her out.<\/p>\n
The heavy oak doors slammed shut. We were alone.<\/p>\n
I braced myself, my heart hammering against my ribs. I scrambled to my feet, my fists raised instinctively. “If you think I\u2019m going to put on a French maid outfit and be your slave, you’re delusional. I’ll fight you every step of the way.”<\/p>\n
Leighton looked at my raised fists and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Put your hands down, Desa. You’re not here to clean.”<\/p>\n
He walked over to a massive mahogany bookshelf, pulled out a thick, leather-bound book, and tossed it onto the glass coffee table between us. “Your father sent this to me yesterday. Open it.”<\/p>\n
I cautiously stepped forward. The book was worn, its edges frayed. I flipped the cover open and gasped. The handwriting… it was elegant, looping. Property of Ble Cross.<\/i><\/p>\n
“My mother’s diary,” I whispered, my vision blurring with sudden tears. My mother had died giving birth to me. Vivika had burned every trace of her in our house.<\/p>\n
“I’ve spent six years looking for you,” Leighton said softly, pouring two glasses of water and handing me one. “Twenty years ago, when I was seventeen, my family lost everything. We were bankrupt, facing federal charges we didn’t commit, and drowning in debt. We were completely ruined.”<\/p>\n
I looked up from the pages, confused. “What does that have to do with my mother?”<\/p>\n
“She didn’t even know us personally,” Leighton continued, his eyes darkening with emotion. “But she saw our story in the papers. She used her personal trust fund to anonymously guarantee our debts. She saved my family\u2019s lives, Desa. I only found out the identity of our savior a few years ago. But by then, she was gone, and you were trapped under Vivika’s control.”<\/p>\n
My head spun. This<\/i> was why he agreed to the insane contract?<\/p>\n
“I took Vivika’s deal because it was the only legal way to instantly rip you out of her guardianship and get you under my roof,” Leighton explained, his jaw tight. “Your father knew he was running out of time. He reached out to me. We planned this.”<\/p>\n
A sharp, piercing ring of my cell phone shattered the quiet room. I pulled it from my pocket. The hospital.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped. I answered it, my hands trembling. The voice on the other end was clinical, apologetic, and devastating.<\/p>\n
Time of death, 11:42 PM.<\/i><\/p>\n
The phone slipped from my grasp, shattering on the hardwood floor. A choked sob tore from my throat. My dad was gone. The only parent I had ever known.<\/p>\n
Leighton caught me before my knees hit the ground, his strong arms wrapping securely around my shaking frame. But the grief was quickly interrupted by the violent smashing of glass.<\/p>\n
The French doors of the study shattered inward. Vivika stood on the terrace, flanked by three men armed with baseball bats, her face contorted into an ugly, triumphant sneer.<\/p>\n
“He’s dead!” she cackled, stepping over the broken glass. “The hospital just called me! He’s dead, which means the company, the house, the assets\u2014they all default to me! I don’t need your miserable fifty million anymore, Bulmont. And as for you, you little rat,” she pointed a manicured finger at me, “I\u2019m taking you back, and I\u2019m throwing you in an asylum!”<\/p>\n
The men raised their weapons, stepping into the room. Leighton shoved me behind him, pulling a heavy brass fireplace poker from the hearth. The air crackled with imminent violence. We were trapped.<\/p>\n
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The three thugs lunged forward simultaneously. Leighton didn’t flinch. He swung the heavy brass poker with terrifying precision, the metal connecting with the first man\u2019s kneecap with a sickening crunch. The man went down screaming.<\/p>\n
The second attacker swung his bat at Leighton’s head. I didn’t think; I just reacted. I grabbed a heavy crystal decanter from the desk and hurled it with all my strength. It smashed against the thug’s temple, sending him stumbling backward into the third man.<\/p>\n
Leighton used the distraction to deliver a devastating right hook to the third man’s jaw, knocking him out cold on the Persian rug. The room fell into a heavy, panting silence, broken only by the groans of the injured men.<\/p>\n
Vivika\u2019s triumphant sneer vanished. She backed away toward the shattered French doors, her eyes darting between her fallen hired muscle and Leighton, who stood over them like a vengeful god, breathing heavily but completely unharmed.<\/p>\n
“You\u2019re insane, Bulmont!” Vivika shrieked, clutching her designer purse to her chest like a shield. “You think beating up my men changes anything? My husband is dead! I am his widow. I am the executor of his estate. I own everything now, including the guardianship over that pathetic little brat!”<\/p>\n
Leighton dropped the brass poker. It clanged loudly against the stone hearth. He straightened his suit jacket, his breathing steadying, and walked back to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a thick manila folder.<\/p>\n
“You always were a terrible listener, Vivika,” Leighton said, his voice dripping with icy contempt. He tossed the folder onto the desk. “Did you really think a billionaire businessman and a desperate, dying father wouldn’t cover their bases?”<\/p>\n
I stepped out from behind the desk, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “What is that?” I asked, looking at the folder.<\/p>\n
“The truth,” Leighton replied, looking right at me. He turned his gaze back to my stepmother. “Eight months ago, when Desa\u2019s father realized how sick he truly was, and how deeply you were embezzling from the company, he contacted me. He knew you would try to steal everything and destroy Desa in the process.”<\/p>\n
Vivika’s face went pale. “Embezzling? That’s a lie! I was saving that company!”<\/p>\n
“You were draining it to fund your gambling debts and your offshore accounts,” Leighton countered smoothly. He picked up a remote from the desk and pressed a button. Hidden speakers in the ceiling crackled to life.<\/p>\n
\u201cFifty million for the company, and she is yours to serve as a maid. Indefinitely. I don’t care if you work her to death, just give me the money before my husband dies and the creditors take the house.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n
Vivika\u2019s own voice echoed through the study, vicious and greedy. The recording from just twenty minutes ago.<\/p>\n
“Extortion, human trafficking, and conspiracy to commit fraud,” Leighton listed casually. “I had this room wired for sound the moment you requested the meeting.”<\/p>\n
Vivika trembled, taking another step back. “You… you can’t prove the embezzlement!”<\/p>\n
“I don’t need to,” Leighton said. He opened the folder and held up a legally notarized document. “Because your husband legally transferred his entire estate, the house, the company, and every single share of stock into an ironclad trust fund eight months ago. A trust fund that activated the moment of his death. You own absolutely nothing, Vivika. You are a trespasser in Desa’s company.”<\/p>\n
He turned to me, handing me the document. I stared at the papers through tear-filled eyes. My name was at the top. Desa Cross, Sole Beneficiary.<\/i> My father hadn’t abandoned me. He hadn’t left me to the wolves. He had spent his final agonizing months building a fortress to protect me.<\/p>\n
“You have exactly thirty seconds to run before the police arrive,” Leighton told Vivika, glancing at his Rolex. “And considering the audio file I just emailed to the district attorney, I suggest you run fast.”<\/p>\n
Vivika let out an animalistic scream of pure frustration. She glared at me with pure venom, but the sound of approaching police sirens in the distance broke her resolve. She turned and fled through the broken glass doors, disappearing into the dark gardens.<\/p>\n
The adrenaline finally left my body, leaving me weak and shaking. I collapsed into one of the leather armchairs, clutching the trust documents and my mother’s diary to my chest. The tears finally fell, a mix of overwhelming grief for my father and the shattering relief of finally being free.<\/p>\n
Leighton knelt beside my chair. The cold, ruthless CEO persona was gone, replaced by a profound, gentle warmth. He reached out, carefully wiping a tear from my cheek.<\/p>\n
“You’re safe now, Desa,” he whispered. “I promised your father I would get you out of there, and I promised myself I would repay the debt I owed your mother. But looking at you now…” He paused, his dark eyes searching mine. “I’m not doing this out of obligation anymore.”<\/p>\n
I looked at him, really looked at him. Beneath the tailored suits and the billionaire intimidation tactics was a man who had spent six years looking for the daughter of the woman who saved his life. A man who had just stood between me and a baseball bat.<\/p>\n
“You don’t have to be a maid,” he said, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. “But you do have a multi-million dollar company to run. And if you want, I’d be honored to teach you how to be the CEO your parents knew you could be.”<\/p>\n
I placed my hand over his, feeling the steady, reassuring warmth of his skin. For the first time in my twenty-three years, the crushing weight of Vivika’s shadow was gone. I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I had a legacy to uphold, a future to build, and a partner who had already proven he would stand with me in the darkest of times.<\/p>\n
“When do we start?” I asked.<\/p>\n
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