He Spoiled Me for Three Years… Because I Look Like the Woman He Couldn’t Have Chapter 09
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, “Whitaker Capital’s
good days are over.”
Facing a litany of catastrophic disclosures,
ranging from insider trading and securities fraud
to the explosive allegations of attempted murder
levied against Callum
The firm’s stock went into free fall. In what felt like
the blink of an eye, hundreds of billions in market
value vanished.
Federal regulators stepped in immediately.
Accounts were frozen, projects were halted, and
the business empire that had stood in Harbor
Point for decades crumbled to the ground.
The Whitaker family reacted faster than anyone.
They called a closed–door family board meeting at
once.
Callum was removed as CEO, cut off from the
family trust, and expelled from the Whitaker family
completely.
He had become a discarded son.
his grandmother gave a small wave of her hand.
Chapter 9
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, “Whitaker Capital’s
good days are over.”
Facing a litany of catastrophic disclosures,
ranging from insider trading and securities fraud.
to the explosive allegations of attempted murder
levied against Callum
The firm’s stock went into free fall. In what felt like
the blink of an eye, hundreds of billions in market
value vanished.
Federal regulators stepped in immediately. Accounts were frozen, projects were halted, and
the business empire that had stood in Harbor
Point for decades crumbled to the ground.
The Whitaker family reacted faster than anyone.
They called a closed–door family board meeting at
once.
Callum was removed as CEO, cut off from the
family trust, and expelled from the Whitaker family
completely.
He had become a discarded son.
his grandmother gave a small wave of her hand.
Two security guards stepped forward
immediately, seizing Callum by the arms to drag
him toward the exit.
“Let go of me! Let me go!”
Callum struggled with everything he had, but it made no difference.
He was thrown out through the front gates of the
estate.
The heavy iron gates slammed shut in front of
him.
He was still wearing the expensive suit he had worn to the shareholder meeting that day.
Now it was stained and filthy, leaving him looking ruined and pathetic.
In his pocket, aside from the phone that no longer served any purpose, he had nothing.
All his accounts had been frozen. His access to every asset under the Whitaker name had been
revoked.
Overnight, he went from a finance titan standing
above the clouds to an illegitimate son with
nothing left.
Lost and hollow, he wandered the streets of Harbor Point.
When he passed the massive digital screen
outside a shopping center, his steps came to a stop.
A financial news segment flashed overhead.
On the screen, I stood beside Adrian in a tailored
suit.
Together, we announced that a consortium of top–tier venture funds had backed our private equity restructuring of the firm.
In front of the cameras, I looked calm, composed, and bright enough to hurt.
Callum stared at me on the screen, dazed.
It was as if he had never truly known me.
The woman who had once curled obediently in his arms and blushed over the smallest things.
The woman on that screen, decisive and strategic, ruthless when she needed to be.
Were we really the same person?
He took out his phone and, almost as if
possessed, dialed the number he had thought he
would never call again.
It rang for a long time.
Just when he thought the call would be rejected, it
connected.
My voice was cold.
“Mr. Whitaker. What do you want?”
His voice was hoarse.
“Sienna…”
A thousand words tangled in his throat, but in the
end, only one question came out.
“Can we really never go back?”
I laughed softly.
“Callum, in this life, I was someone else’s bird in a
gilded cage twice.”
“But from now on, I will only be my own queen.”
Then I hung up without hesitation.
Callum stood in the crowded street, clutching the
phone.
At last, he bent over and let out a broken, agonized
howl.
Elowen was arrested.
The charges were corporate fraud and
embezzlement.
She had thought the black card he gave her was
her shield.
After Callum threw her out, she frantically transferred money from it, trying to flee the
country.
What she did not know was that the Whitaker family had been monitoring the card all along.
Every purchase and every transfer became ironclad evidence that sent her to prison.
In court, she cried until she looked pitiful enough to fool a stranger, raising a defense of had severe clinical depression and that everything she had
done was because she had been emotionally
pushed too far.
But this time, no one believed her tears.
In the end, she was sentenced to ten years in
federal prison.
Because of her emotional breakdowns and the
harsh conditions inside, the child she was carrying
did not survive.
