My Husband Divorced Me For A Billionaire Heiress — He Didn’t Know I Owned The Company He Needed
Part 2
The atmosphere in his corporate headquarters was absolutely electric when Wednesday arrived.
My company had sent an acceptance email early that morning.
Tyler strutted through his glass-walled corridors like a god walking among mere mortals.
He ordered his terrified assistant to prep the conference room with expensive vintage champagne.
Brenda lounged in his executive office.
She praised him for cutting the cancer out of his life.
She actually believed kicking me out had caused the Brooks Group to say yes.
Tyler sprayed a cloud of expensive cologne.
He arrogantly assumed Heather’s father had pulled a few strings for him.
They had absolutely no idea what was coming.
At exactly two o’clock, the double doors of their main boardroom opened.
It was not a team of normal corporate lawyers walking inside.
It was my private army.
Twelve men in identical charcoal suits entered in perfect synchronization.
They carried black briefcases and wore standard earpieces.
They silently lined up against the back wall behind dark sunglasses.
Tyler swallowed hard.
He tried to welcome my advanced team.
Craig stepped forward with the prominent scar running through his eyebrow.
He ordered everyone to take their seats.
He demanded absolute silence upon the chairperson’s arrival.
The heavy sound of my heels clicking on the marble floor echoed from the hallway.
It was a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to build pure dread.
The doors swung open wide.
I wore a tailored white power suit that cost more than Tyler’s sports car.
My dark hair cascaded in sleek waves instead of the messy bun I used for five years.
I kept my sunglasses on.
I glided to the head of the table where Tyler normally sat.
Craig immediately pulled the heavy leather chair out for me.
Tyler stood up in complete confusion.
He froze the very second I spoke.
His blood visibly turned to ice in his veins.
He recognized my voice instantly.
It sounded much sharper and colder than the meek whisper he was used to hearing.
I slowly removed my sunglasses.
My piercing green eyes stared back at his terrified face.
He breathed my name as a strangled gasp.
I tossed a thick leather binder onto the table with a heavy thud.
I told him it was time to talk business.
Brenda stood up and shrieked about calling security.
She accused me of crashing their billion-dollar meeting.
She still thought I was just an angry secretary throwing a tantrum.
I laughed a very dry, humorless sound.
I pointed out he had never bothered to ask about my maiden name.
He assumed I was a nobody because I never flashed money around.
I tapped the heavy binder.
I finally revealed I owned one hundred percent of the Brooks Group voting stock.
The silence that followed was heavier than a freshly dug grave.
Tyler sank back into his chair.
His face turned completely pale as the realization hit him like a freight train.
He stammered about the merger agreement.
I cut him off immediately.
I told him I was not buying his company for a merger.
I slid a single sheet of paper across the polished table.
His company was leveraged to the absolute hilt.
He had three massive loans due next month.
I leaned forward.
I explained I had bought every single cent of his debt that morning.
I was his bank now.
I was calling the loan in today.
I offered him a buyout for exactly one dollar, but do you think I let him keep his mother’s house?
