That evening, she slipped into my room holding a torn envelope. “Sir… I found this in Miss Vanessa’s trash.”

Inside were copies of forged medical records, a draft guardianship petition, and emails between Vanessa, Daniel, and a board member named Pierce. They had planned to have me declared mentally incompetent.

At the bottom was a payment receipt.

The doctor they had bribed was not my doctor.

It was the man who had signed my false injury report.

They thought they had cornered a broken man.

Instead, they had handed evidence to the majority shareholder, CEO, and legal owner of every asset they were trying to steal.

I looked at Clara. “Are you afraid?”

She swallowed. “Yes.”

“Good,” I said softly. “Then you understand what they should be.”

By sunrise, my lawyers had the files. By noon, my security team had locked every executive server. By evening, I invited everyone back to the ballroom.

Vanessa arrived smiling, dressed in white, believing it was an engagement announcement.

In a way, it was.

Just not hers.

Part 3

The ballroom was packed when I rolled myself beneath the chandelier.

Vanessa stood beside me, glowing with false devotion. Daniel lingered near the board members. Pierce wiped sweat from his upper lip.

I raised a glass of water. “Thank you for coming.”

Vanessa squeezed my shoulder too hard. “Adrian has an important announcement.”

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

The lights dimmed.

The first recording played through the speakers.

Vanessa’s voice filled the room: “Once I marry him, I’ll push for medical guardianship. Then we transfer voting power.”

Gasps broke out.

Her hand flew away from my shoulder. “That’s fake.”

Then Daniel’s voice came next: “And the maid?”

Vanessa went pale.

I clicked the remote again. Emails appeared on the screen. Forged documents. Bank transfers. The bribed doctor’s name. Pierce’s signature.

Board members rose from their seats. Guests whispered. Vanessa’s mother clutched her pearls.

“You set me up,” Vanessa hissed.