“Get her out,” he ordered security. “And make sure she leaves with nothing.”
He never asked what she had been about to say.
He never gave her the chance.
Two days after that roadside encounter, private investigator Thomas Reed entered Alejandro’s office with a thick file.
“I found everything.”
Birth certificates: two boys, Noah and Liam, registered only under Isabella’s name at a rural clinic. Premature. Notes of maternal malnutrition.
The conception date matched the month before he had thrown her out.
The wire transfers were traced to a cloned banking authorization linked to Camila’s personal device.
The hotel photos were staged. The supposed lover was an out-of-work actor she had paid.
The emerald necklace had been planted by the housekeeper, bribed and recorded confessing.
And there was more—photos of Camila meeting secretly with Victor Langston, Alejandro’s biggest business competitor. She had been feeding him confidential information to destroy Alejandro from within.
Alejandro didn’t shout.
His face hardened into something colder than guilt.
“Arrange a celebration,” he said quietly. “An engagement gala. Invite the press. Invite Langston.”