Chapter 5

I looked down at the document.

It was all spelled out in black and white.

The moment I signed my name, every share of Kensington Group, all decision-making power, even the real estate in my name, would be Victor's to do with as he pleased.

This was the trap he'd so carefully laid.

“Blair, just sign it.” Chloe chimed in from the side.

“Victor only wants what's best for you. Look at yourself lately — you fall asleep in meetings. Hand the company to him. What's there to worry about?”

Watching this pair of dogs sing the same tune, I suddenly found it absurdly funny.

“Victor.” I lifted my head and stared straight at him.

“Do you think I've gone so mad I can't even read anymore?”

The smile on Victor's face froze.

“Blair, what are you talking about? You're just sick…”

“Sick?” I shot to my feet and flung the power of attorney into his face.

The sharp edge of the paper sliced across his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

“Victor, those hallucinogens you've been dosing me with — did you really think I didn't know?”

The instant the words left my mouth, the air in the dressing room froze.

Victor's pupils contracted violently, but he was an old fox — he forced himself calm in a heartbeat.

“Blair! Are you having another episode? You're babbling nonsense again!”

He rushed forward to grab my hands.

“Chloe, quick, get her medicine!”

Chloe panicked too, scrambling a pill bottle out of her bag and shaking out two white tablets.

“Blair, stop this, just take your medicine!”

She lunged over, trying to help Victor pin me down.

“Get away from me!”

I swung my hand around and delivered a deafening slap straight across Chloe's face.

Crack!

I put everything into it. Chloe shrieked, crashing to the floor, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“You dare hit me?!” Chloe clutched her face, screaming in disbelief.

“I'm hitting you precisely because you're a shameless slut!”

I looked down at her from above.

“Carrying another man's bastard and playing my bridesmaid — Chloe, aren't you afraid you'll give birth to a monster?”

The words landed like a bomb, blowing Victor and Chloe to pieces.

Victor completely lost his composure.

He stared at me in disbelief, the devoted mask he'd worn ripping away to reveal the vicious face beneath.

“You… how could you know?”

“If you don't want something known, don't do it in the first place.”

I gave a cold laugh, pulled a stack of photos from my bag, and hurled them in their faces.

The photos rained down like snow.

Every one was their vile chat logs and that prenatal report.

“Victor, you thought you'd pulled it off without a trace?”

“That poison you fed me every day — I never drank a single drop!”

“Did you really think I'd hand Kensington Group over to a backstabbing snake like you?”