Chapter 3
he next morning, the city woke up to chaos.
By 7 a.m., the press release had already been published. Within an hour, every major financial news outlet in the country was reporting the same story:
“Elena Langford Removes Husband Marcus Hayes from All Positions at Langford Holdings — Allegations of Fraud and Misconduct Surface”
I sat in the presidential suite — my presidential suite — watching the news on the large television screen. A cup of coffee sat untouched on the table in front of me. I hadn’t slept much, but I didn’t feel tired. I felt strangely calm.
My phone had been vibrating non-stop since six-thirty. Calls from journalists, old business partners, and people I hadn’t spoken to in years. I ignored most of them. Only one name kept appearing that I actually cared about.
Marcus Hayes.
He had already called me twelve times.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I opened my laptop and began reviewing the reports Richard had sent me overnight. Marcus had tried to move money out of several accounts in the early hours of the morning. All of them had been blocked. He had also attempted to contact several board members privately, begging them to reconsider the decision.
None of them had replied.
A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Come in,” I said.
Richard stepped inside, carrying a thick folder under his arm. He looked tired but satisfied.
“Good morning,” he said. “I assume you’ve seen the news.”
I nodded.
“How bad is it out there?”
Richard placed the folder on the table and sat down across from me.
“Bad for Marcus. Several investors have already pulled out of the new resort project. Two banks have frozen the remaining company accounts pending investigation. And three major partners have requested emergency meetings with you personally.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“What about Marcus himself?”
Richard’s expression turned slightly more serious.
“He’s been calling everyone. His lawyer contacted me at five this morning, demanding a meeting. He’s claiming that the removal was illegal and that he’s being unfairly targeted.”
I let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Of course he is.”
Richard opened the folder and slid a document toward me.
“There’s something else,” he said. “We discovered several large, unexplained transfers over the past eight months. Money moved into accounts under Sophia’s name, and also into a separate account we believe belongs to Marcus’s mother.”
I picked up the document and scanned the numbers.
“How much?”
“Almost forty million,” Richard replied. “Spread across different accounts and shell companies. It looks like they were preparing to disappear with a significant amount of money if things went wrong.”
I closed the folder slowly.
Forty million.
While I had been working late nights trying to keep the company stable, Marcus and Sophia had been quietly siphoning money away.
Richard watched my expression carefully.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
I was quiet for a moment.
Then I looked up at him.
“I want everything back,” I said. “Every cent. And I want both of them investigated for fraud and embezzlement.”
Richard nodded.
“I’ll start the process immediately.”
After he left, I walked over to the large window and looked out at the city. The hotel was already buzzing with activity below. Staff members were moving around the lobby, some of them glancing up at the presidential suite as if they could feel the shift in power.
My phone rang again.
This time, it was Marcus.
I stared at his name on the screen for a few seconds before finally answering.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice cold.
“Elena, please,” Marcus said. His voice sounded hoarse, desperate. “We need to talk. This has gone too far. You can’t just destroy everything we built together.”
I let out a short laugh.
“Everything we built? That’s funny, Marcus. Because from what I remember, I was the one building while you were busy sleeping with your assistant.”
There was a pause.
Then his tone changed, becoming sharper.
“You’re making a mistake. If you keep going down this road, you’re going to regret it. I still have connections. I can make things very difficult for you.”
I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it.
“You already made things difficult for me the moment you threw me out of my own hotel for your mistress. Anything you do now will only make it worse for yourself.”
Marcus was quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost threatening.
“You think you’ve won? You think taking the hotel back is enough? You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
I leaned against the window, my voice steady.
“Actually, I do. And that’s exactly why I’m not stopping here.”
Before he could respond, I ended the call.
I placed the phone down on the table and took a deep breath.
A part of me still couldn’t believe how far Marcus had fallen. The man I once loved had become someone I barely recognized. Greedy. Arrogant. Cruel.
But another part of me — the part that had been quiet for eleven years — finally felt free.
My phone buzzed again.
This time, it wasn’t Marcus.
It was a message from an unknown number.
You should be careful, Elena. Some men don’t like losing everything. Especially not to the woman they underestimated.
I stared at the message.
It wasn’t from Marcus. The tone was different. Colder. More calculated.
I typed a reply.
Who is this?
The response came almost immediately.
Someone who knows exactly how far Marcus is willing to go when he’s desperate.
And someone who knows things about you that even your father doesn’t know.
My fingers froze over the screen.
Another message appeared.
Be careful who you trust. Even family can have secrets.
I put the phone down slowly.
My heart was beating faster now.
Who was this person? And what did they mean by “even family can have secrets”?
I walked over to the window again and looked out at the city. The sun was rising higher now, casting golden light over the buildings.
For the first time since last night, I felt a new kind of tension settle in my chest.
Marcus was no longer my biggest problem.
There was someone else out there.
Someone who knew things they shouldn’t.
And they were watching me.
I picked up my phone and sent one final message to the unknown number.
If you have something to say, say it clearly. I don’t have time for games.
The reply came within seconds.
Meet me tonight. 9 p.m. At the old café on 47th Street. Come alone.
If you bring anyone with you, you’ll never know the truth about your mother.
I stared at the screen, my blood running cold.
My mother.
She had passed away five years ago. What could this person possibly know about her?
I put the phone down and closed my eyes.
Everything was becoming more complicated by the hour.
Marcus was fighting back.
Someone unknown was watching me.
And now, they were using my mother’s name.
I opened my eyes and looked out at the city again.
Whatever was waiting for me tonight, I would face it.
Because I was no longer the woman who stayed quiet.
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I was Elena Langford.
And I was done being underestimated.
