Part 2 of 3
Then she casually texted Olivia Davenport, daughter of a billionaire shipping dynasty:
“Nathan will be available very soon. We should arrange dinner.”
In Victoria’s mind, everything had finally gone according to plan. The unwanted wife would disappear. The baby would die. Her son would finally marry someone worthy of the Blackwood legacy.
She had absolutely no idea who her son truly was.
Suddenly, the reinforced doors of the surgical wing burst open.
A group of powerful men entered the hallway together. Older men. Dangerous men. Billionaires in custom suits whose faces appeared regularly on financial magazines and world news broadcasts.
Victoria stared in confusion.
She recognized them immediately.
The president of Morgan Stanley.
A Federal Reserve chairman.
Several members of the Blackwood International executive board.
One by one, they lined both sides of the hallway in complete silence, bowing their heads respectfully.
“What is going on?” Victoria snapped, rising to her feet. “This is a private family emergency! Somebody explain this immediately!”
No one answered her.
Then the private elevator opened.
Nathan stepped out.
But this was not the soft-spoken man in hoodies and sneakers who massaged my swollen feet at night.
He wore a perfectly tailored black suit. His posture was rigid. His expression cold enough to freeze the entire corridor. Two high-ranking military officials walked behind him alongside the city’s police commissioner.
The warmth in his eyes was gone.
He walked past the billionaires without acknowledging them.
Past the board members.
Past everyone.
When he finally looked at Victoria, it was like staring at a stranger.
“Thank God you’re here,” Victoria rushed forward desperately. “Harper fell. It was terrible. But this can finally be over now. Olivia Davenport is already willing to meet—”
Nathan slowly turned toward her.
The hatred in his eyes physically stopped her.
He reached inside his jacket and removed a matte black titanium card, handing it to the police commissioner.
“There’s encrypted security footage stored on the estate servers,” Nathan said calmly. “Audio and video from the moment she approached the staircase until she told my bleeding wife that my son was a parasite.”
Victoria’s face lost all color.
“She attempted to murder my wife and child,” Nathan continued coldly. “Handle it.”
The commissioner swallowed hard. “Understood, Mr. Chairman.”
Victoria blinked rapidly. “Chairman?”
Nathan finally stepped closer to her.
“You own nothing, Mother,” he said quietly. “The monthly allowance you lived on came from me. I am the majority shareholder of Blackwood International. I built everything while you believed you controlled me.”
Victoria staggered backward in shock.
Nathan’s expression never changed.
“As of one minute ago, your assets have been frozen. Your homes are seized. Your accounts are closed. Legally, the Blackwood name no longer belongs to you.”
Police officers grabbed Victoria’s arms while she screamed hysterically.
Then suddenly, the operating room doors burst open.
A surgeon rushed out covered in blood.
“Mr. Blackwood!” he shouted frantically. “The baby’s crashing! We need authorization immediately or we’re going to lose them both!”
The following days blurred together in fragments of pain medication, hospital monitors, and exhausted dreams.
When I finally woke properly, warm sunlight filled the recovery suite instead of harsh surgical lights.
Nathan sat beside my bed wearing a soft henley shirt again, dark circles beneath his eyes from days without sleep.
And in his arms was our son.
The second I saw the baby, I broke into tears.
Nathan leaned forward immediately, placing the tiny bundle carefully against my chest.
“He’s okay,” Nathan whispered emotionally. “He made it. You both did.”
I stared down at the tiny face of my child, overwhelmed with relief so intense it physically hurt.
Then the memories came flooding back.