The richest man in Dallas destroyed an innocent woman's life with one sentence. "Get out of my house, thief. I never want to see your face again." The words cracked through the marble foyer like thunder.

"You're not marrying her, Dad," Ethan’s voice rang out, cold and merciless as he marched into the center of the study.

Charles stood up, his face flushing with anger and embarrassment. "Ethan! What the hell are you doing breaking into my house in the middle of the night? And how did you bypass the security system?"

"We bypassed it because your 'fiancée' has blinded you," Noah stepped in behind his brother, slamming the manila folder Arthur had given Emily down onto the desk right over the contract Victoria was trying to get Charles to sign.

Charles looked down at the folder, then at his sons. "What is this?"

"It’s proof that the woman standing next to you is a fraud," Arthur Pendelton said, stepping out from the hallway into the light of the study.

Victoria’s face drained of all color. She took a step back, her eyes darting toward the door. "Charles, don't listen to these disgruntled ex-employees. They're conspiring against me because I brought efficiency to your household!"

"Shut up, Victoria," Charles growled, his instincts as a master businessman finally kicking in as he opened the folder. His eyes scanned the financial irregularities, the offshore wire transfers, and the internal memos signed by Marcus Vance.

Then he looked at his sons. "The brooch... Emily didn't steal it?"

"No, Dad," Ethan said, his voice shaking with restrained fury. "Victoria planted it. We have the digital logs from the service elevator security camera showing her walking down the staff corridor at 2:00 AM two nights ago carrying a small velvet box."

Charles slowly turned his head to look at Victoria. The cold, calculating businessman who had built an empire from the ground up woke up from his fog. The terrifying aura that made boardrooms tremble returned to his eyes.

"Is this true?" Charles asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of an avalanche.

Victoria stammered, losing her composure entirely. "Charles, let me explain—"

"Get out," Charles whispered.

"Charles, please—"