The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife

Liam's POV

When we stormed back into my office, rage was coursing through my veins like molten steel. Damian and I laid out everything Monica had revealed at that coffee shop, watching Owen's expression grow darker with each revelation.

"Owen, I need you to send official notifications to every single business partner, client, and supplier we work with," I commanded, my voice cutting through the tension. "Tell them Bianca is no longer affiliated with our company. Make it clear she's been selling corporate secrets and has infiltrated their organizations. If they want to maintain their partnerships with us, they need to investigate immediately."

Owen's fingers were already flying across his keyboard before I finished speaking.

"This is like a cancer that's metastasized everywhere," Damian muttered, running his hands through his hair in disbelief.

"And contact the Community Guild," I added. "I want Rosa banned today."

Owen paused his typing and looked up at me with calculating eyes. "Liam, when you were involved with that witch Victoria, she and Bianca were thick as thieves, weren't they?"

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. "Yeah, though Bianca claimed later she was disgusted by Victoria's behavior. Said she never wanted to see her again. Why are you asking?"

"Because I'm beginning to suspect your little reunion with Victoria wasn't some romantic coincidence," Owen said, his tone sharp with suspicion.

My blood chilled. "That's impossible."

"Actually, it makes perfect sense," Damian chimed in, his face grim.

"I'll dig into this," Owen declared. "Victoria's mother gets her hair done at my sisters' salon. Women love to gossip there."

A slow, predatory smile spread across my face. "Owen, I need you to create something special for me. A comprehensive presentation showcasing all of Clairemont's dirty tricks. It's time to end this charade once and for all."

Owen's grin matched mine. "Give me an hour, boss."

"Perfect. I have some calls to make."

Two hours later, I sat in our main conference room like a general preparing for battle. Damian flanked my right side, Owen my left, and our lawyer completed our war council. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation.

When the pathetic family trio walked in, I felt a surge of pure satisfaction. Clairemont strutted in first, followed by his scheming wife, with Clairemont trailing behind like a lamb to slaughter.

"Darling, I've missed you terribly!" Clairemont's voice scraped against my eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. "How could you return from your business trip without seeing me first?"

"Sweetheart, seeing you today has made me absolutely ecstatic," I replied, and for once, I meant every word. My smile was genuine because I knew what was coming.

"I assume we're here to finalize the prenuptial agreement, though I still think it's completely unnecessary," Clairemont began, his arrogance on full display.

"Oh, we have much more important business than that," I said smoothly. "But we're waiting for one final guest."

When Bryce walked through those doors, the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Clairemont's face went ashen, and confusion flickered across Bryce's features like a neon sign.

I had called Bryce's father personally, cashing in a favor without explanation. The man didn't ask questions, simply guaranteed his son would be here. And here Bryce was.

"Now that everyone's assembled, we can begin this delightful little gathering," I announced, settling back in my chair. "Let's start with some entertainment."

Owen hit the play button, and our masterpiece began unfolding on the wide screen. The video opened with footage from Evelyn's party, featuring the waiter's full confession about drugging me, complete with lab results confirming the substance in my system.

The uncomfortable shifting in their seats was music to my ears.

Next came Damian's secretly recorded footage of Bryce and Clairemont in their passionate embrace. Clairemont looked ready to explode, but I raised my hand, signaling for silence.

"The show's not over yet, darling."

The crescendo arrived with Owen's brilliantly crafted animation detailing the fake pregnancy scheme. Every sordid detail was laid bare: the bogus consultation, the corrupt doctor administering false tests, his secretary's damning testimony, and finally, the legitimate test results proving Clairemont had never been pregnant.

When the screen went black, silence hung in the air like a guillotine blade.

"Bryce," I said, my voice steady and clear, "I brought you here because I didn't want you living a lie like I almost did. Clairemont was never pregnant. Not with my child, not with anyone's child."

"That's a lie! I am pregnant! That test is fabricated!" Clairemont's shriek could have shattered glass.

"Oh, sweetheart," I said with mock affection, "stop embarrassing yourself. You took that test willingly when we went to the hospital, remember?"

Clairemont's face went purple. "What hospital? What are you talking about?"

Clairemont's mouth ran faster than her brain. "Liam said I needed an STD test to meet our wedding officiant. He claimed his father's will required it or he'd lose his inheritance."

"Are you completely brain-dead, Jasmine?" Clairemont roared. "You walked straight into a trap! Why didn't you call me?"

"He made me turn off my phone! Said he wanted uninterrupted time together and that I should act like I'd agreed to live in his family home. Then I just forgot to call you back."

I couldn't suppress my grin any longer. The woman had just confessed to everything.

Chaos erupted. Shouting, accusations, tears, and threats filled the room like a symphony of destruction. I leaned back and enjoyed every note of their downfall.

Then Bryce's voice cut through the mayhem: "Were you using me this whole time, Jasmine?"

Clairemont's response was a dagger of pure cruelty: "What do you think, you pathetic fool?"

That was my cue. I stood up, commanding the room's attention.

"Enough," I said, my voice carrying the authority of a man who had just won the war. "Clairemont, there will be no wedding. Ever. If you come near me again, I'll have you arrested for fraud and conspiracy. Clairemont, you're terminated immediately. With cause. Security will escort you out, and my attorney will handle the paperwork."

Clairemont's face contorted with rage. "You cannot do this to me, Liam!"

I smiled coldly. "I can, and I just did."

Security arrived on cue, professionally removing the toxic family from my building. As the door closed behind them, I felt like I could breathe freely for the first time in months.

Bryce remained frozen in his chair, staring at nothing.

"Do you understand what just happened here?" I asked him gently.

"I do," he whispered, his voice hollow. "How could she manipulate me like that?"

"Because she's poison," Damian said bluntly.

I studied Bryce's shell-shocked expression. "Did you drive yourself here?"

"No, my father's driver brought me. He's waiting downstairs."

"Owen, would you make sure Bryce gets safely to his father?"

"Absolutely. Come on, Bryce."

After they left, the weight that had been crushing my chest for months finally lifted.

"There's still one thing bothering me," Damian said thoughtfully. "How did our trusted lab's test come back positive?"

"I'd completely forgotten about that detail," I admitted. "But we'll solve that mystery too."

I called Allen immediately, sharing our victory and asking him to investigate how that test had been corrupted.

"Now I just need to tell Hazel everything."

"Not today," Damian reminded me firmly. "You promised she could rest today."

He was right. Today had been about justice. Tomorrow would be about truth.