Chapter 13
Edmond felt like he’d been struck by lightning.
Seven years. For seven years, he’d protected Blanche, trusted her, pampered her like the most delicate treasure-only to discover she was nothing but a venomous liar.
From the pregnancy to the birth, from the “kidnapping” to her teary pleas-it had all been a performance. A carefully
calculated lie.
Even Finn… The boy he’d spent three exhausting days entertaining at the amusement park, the boy he’d practically traded
his own daughter for-wasn’t even his.
Edmond’s entire body went cold, and then suddenly burned with fury. Every drop of blood in his veins surged, a wildfire of
rage.
He wanted to kick the door down, tear those two bastards limb from limb.
But he didn’t. Not yet. That would be far too easy on them.
His expression dark as a storm, Edmond turned and slipped out of the villa, then drove straight to the office.
“Harris,” he snapped, throwing his coat on the sofa the moment he walked in, “get Legal on the line. I want a full
background check on Blanche Flores-everything. Every dirty trick she’s ever pulled, especially the ones she’s used
against Amelia. Leave nothing out.”
Within hours, Harris returned with a thick file.
“It’s all here, Mr. Robinson.”
Edmond’s hands shook as he flipped through the pages. The deeper he read, the colder his expression grew. There were
photos of Blanche and the kidnapper-together. Dozens of explicit, vile transaction records.
And then, right there in black and white: a five-million-dollar bank transfer Blanche had wired to her lover immediately after the “kidnapping.”
It had never been about love. It had always been about his money.
Fine. If money was what she wanted-then he’d show her what it meant to be broke, ruined, and begging to die.
That night, Blanche called right on schedule.
“Hey Ed, my sweetheart, are you busy?” she purred. “Finn and I miss you so much…”
Edmond smirked coldly, yet kept his voice warm and casual.
*Just wrapped up. What were you up to this afternoon? I tried calling, but you didn’t answer. Saw my message?”
Blanche let out a faint cough. “Took Finn to the movies. My phone died.”
She paused, then lowered her voice like she was hurt. “That message about the divorce… you didn’t mean it, did you?” Chapter 13
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“Forget you saw it,” Edmond chuckled lightly, then shifted gears smoothly. “I’ve got a big business trip coming up. If it goes through, we’re talking a billion-dollar deal. Just take good care of Finn while I’m gone. I’ll be home soon.”
Her breathing hitched.
“A billion?” she gasped. “That’s amazing! You’re working so hard, Edmond. Finn and I are so proud of you!”
“Oh, and Ed?” Her voice dropped, syrupy sweet. “You should know… I’ve always loved you-not your money. Just you. Even if you do go through with the divorce, I’ll still love you.”
Edmond nearly laughed out loud.
Love him? She didn’t even love herself.
What kind of fool had he been, falling for a sugar-coated snake?
He ended the call. His eyes were glacial.
The bait was set. Now, he just had to wait for the catch.
Over the next few days, while his team combed the city for any trace of Amelia, Edmond kept feeding Blanche steady updates on the “project.”
Sure enough, she took the hook. She started transferring more money to her lover and even bought millions in insurance under Finn’s name-as if she were already the future Mrs. Robinson.
At the company, she strutted around like a queen, ordering people around, bathing in the fawning flattery of shallow coworkers eager to cling to her rising star.
One afternoon, a courier delivered a massive package. Inside was a custom-designed purple evening gown from a top luxury brand-its six-figure price tag still attached.
“Miss Flores, did you see the memo on the bulletin board?” a coworker gushed. “Mr. Robinson’s throwing a private celebration party! Says he’s bringing a very important guest!”
“This dress must be for you! Mr. Robinson must be crazy about you!”
Blanche tried to wave them off modestly. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
But inside, she was glowing.
Finally, Edmond was going to make her official. At the celebration, in front of everyone.
She took the dress to the fitting room, slipping it on with care. Twirling in front of the mirror, she admired her reflection, drunk on her own victory.
That evening, Edmond returned from his “business trip” and headed straight to the villa. Blanche greeted him with a
radiant smile.
“You’re back! You must be exhausted. Was the trip worth it?”
He smiled faintly. “It went well. Did the dress fit?”
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“Perfectly!” she chirped. “You’ve got amazing taste.”
Later that night, she changed into her sexiest lingerie and snuggled up to him, already calculating: her ovulation window had just begun. If she got pregnant again, she’d own him-and his fortune-for life.
But Edmond brushed her off without hesitation.
“Too tired. Let’s not tonight.”
She froze. He’d never refused before.
Still… she told herself it didn’t matter. The real glory would come tomorrow.
The next morning, Blanche dressed meticulously, slipped into the purple gown, and proudly latched onto Edmond’s arm
as they arrived at the countryside manor.
The banquet hall doors swung open. It was dazzling. Elegant. A-list crowd.
She walked tall at Edmond’s side, basking in the awed stares and whispers.
Onstage, Edmond took the mic.
Today marks an important milestone,” he said, scanning the crowd. “Standing beside me is Miss Blanche Flores, one of
my most loyal assistants.”
He turned to her and smiled gently, slipping a diamond bracelet onto her wrist.
“We wouldn’t have secured this deal without her years of support. Consider this a token of my gratitude.”
Blanche’s hands trembled. Her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Then Edmond’s voice shifted, calm and clear:
“And now, I’d like to share a short video presentation, showcasing Miss Flores’… unique contributions to Robinson Corp
over the years.”
Thunderous applause erupted. Blanche stood tall, as if she were the queen of the room.
But a second later, the giant screen behind them flickered on. And the hall echoed with the unmistakable, breathless sounds of two people moaning.
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