The question landed differently.
Sharper.
More deliberate. 1
Amelie hesitated.
Oscar shifted in his chair.
“No,” she said quickly. “Nothing was promised.”
Marcus tilted his head slightly.
“Nothing at all?”
Silence stretched.
Her composure began to fracture – not dramatically, but subtly. The tightness around her mouth. The way her fingers curled against her lap.
Then she spoke again.
“He just said…” she faltered, then forced herself to continue, “he said he would finally be ready to marry me.”
The room went completely still.
“Once this was handled,” she added quietly. “Once I made the call.”
Claudia’s expression hardened.
“So your marriage,” she said coolly, “was contingent upon impersonating Miss Asher?”
Amelie’s eyes flickered toward Oscar again.
“He said we couldn’t move forward until everything was settled,” she murmured. “He said Amber was holding what belonged
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Jasan exhaled slowly beside me.
Not angry.
Disgusted.
Marcus didn’t raise his voice.
“So to be clear,” he summarized calmly, “Mr. White instructed you to impersonate Miss Asher, misrepresent asset ownership, and in exchange indicated he would marry you.”
Amelie swallowed.
“Yes.”
The simplicity of it was almost staggering.
Not strategy.
Not corporate necessity.
Not legal confusion.
Desperation.
Manipulation.
Oscar finally snapped.
“This is being twisted,” he said sharply. “I never forced you.”
“No,” Amelie shot back, something raw breaking through. “You just said you couldn’t marry me while she still controlled everything.”
There it was.
Not business.
Not assets.
Control.
I felt no jealousy.
No bitterness.
Just clarity.
He hadn’t wanted the properties because they were necessary.
He wanted them because I had them.
And because as long as they were mine, he had never truly won.
Claudia leaned back in her chair.
“This board has heard enough.”
One of the senior members – the governor’s friend – spoke again, voice firm.
“Add coercion and conspiracy to the report.”
Oscar went pale.
Amelie looked shattered.
And I remained still.
Because in the end, it wasn’t betrayal that destroyed them.
It was their own ambition- tied together by insecurity and sealed with fraud.
Jason’s hand tightened around mine again.
Steady.
Certain.
Whatever came next, we would face it standing.
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