Fiancée's Betrayal, I'll Crash Her Empire By Dawn - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Cyril's Perspective
"Come on, Cyril, I was only trying to help!" Digby whined, rubbing his elbow dramatically as Shirley rushed to his side. "Did you have to shove me?"
Shirley shot me a death glare while helping him up. "Apologize. Now."
I didn't budge. "I never touched him."
Digby suddenly clutched his chest like he'd been shot, his eyes watering on cue. "God... it hurts so bad..."
Shirley's face melted instantly. She pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before turning back to me with stormy eyes. "Last chance, Cyril. Or you'll regret it."
I nearly snorted. "Apologize for something I didn't do? Dream on."
Her fingers flew across her phone screen. Mine buzzed seconds later - and my blood ran cold. She'd blasted those doctored "intimate photos" to every professional contact I had. My face was perfectly visible while the clients' were blurred.
"Still feeling tough?" Shirley purred, savoring my shock. "Let's see you land another job in this industry now."
My knuckles turned white around my phone. This was her endgame - burning every bridge so I'd never compete with her again.
Digby smirked. "Pathetic. You'll be lucky to scrub toilets after this."
I turned to leave, but Shirley's voice cracked like a whip. "Oh no you don't! You don't get to walk away after stabbing me in the back!"
The sheer audacity almost made me laugh. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you. This isn't over, Shirley."
They both lunged at me, dragging me back inside. "I knew you'd try something," she hissed. "But you won't ruin tomorrow. When we go public, I'll be on top while you're eating dirt."
The lock clicked behind me in the guest room. Through the walls, their obnoxious "celebration" lasted all night.
Fine. If she wanted me to watch her rise, I'd enjoy front-row seats to her downfall.
IPO Day - Trading Floor
The energy was electric. Shirley held court in a flowing white gown, glowing with triumph. Beside her, Digby looked like a GQ model in his custom suit, their linked arms the picture of power couple perfection.
"Miss Davison! Thoughts on this historic moment?" reporters clamored.
Shirley beamed. "This is just the beginning. None of this would be possible without our incredible team and partners."
Digby squeezed her hand. "Her vision made this happen. The sky's the limit now."
Camera flashes popped like fireworks until one brave reporter piped up: "Can you address your relationship with Mr. Goodwin?"
With a theatrical pause, Shirley produced matching rings. Her voice quivered: "Digby... will you marry me and build this empire with me?"
Digby's eyes welled up on cue.
"Come on, Cyril, I was only trying to help!" Digby whined, rubbing his elbow dramatically as Shirley rushed to his side. "Did you have to shove me?"
Shirley shot me a death glare while helping him up. "Apologize. Now."
I didn't budge. "I never touched him."
Digby suddenly clutched his chest like he'd been shot, his eyes watering on cue. "God... it hurts so bad..."
Shirley's face melted instantly. She pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before turning back to me with stormy eyes. "Last chance, Cyril. Or you'll regret it."
I nearly snorted. "Apologize for something I didn't do? Dream on."
Her fingers flew across her phone screen. Mine buzzed seconds later - and my blood ran cold. She'd blasted those doctored "intimate photos" to every professional contact I had. My face was perfectly visible while the clients' were blurred.
"Still feeling tough?" Shirley purred, savoring my shock. "Let's see you land another job in this industry now."
My knuckles turned white around my phone. This was her endgame - burning every bridge so I'd never compete with her again.
Digby smirked. "Pathetic. You'll be lucky to scrub toilets after this."
I turned to leave, but Shirley's voice cracked like a whip. "Oh no you don't! You don't get to walk away after stabbing me in the back!"
The sheer audacity almost made me laugh. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you. This isn't over, Shirley."
They both lunged at me, dragging me back inside. "I knew you'd try something," she hissed. "But you won't ruin tomorrow. When we go public, I'll be on top while you're eating dirt."
The lock clicked behind me in the guest room. Through the walls, their obnoxious "celebration" lasted all night.
Fine. If she wanted me to watch her rise, I'd enjoy front-row seats to her downfall.
IPO Day - Trading Floor
The energy was electric. Shirley held court in a flowing white gown, glowing with triumph. Beside her, Digby looked like a GQ model in his custom suit, their linked arms the picture of power couple perfection.
"Miss Davison! Thoughts on this historic moment?" reporters clamored.
Shirley beamed. "This is just the beginning. None of this would be possible without our incredible team and partners."
Digby squeezed her hand. "Her vision made this happen. The sky's the limit now."
Camera flashes popped like fireworks until one brave reporter piped up: "Can you address your relationship with Mr. Goodwin?"
With a theatrical pause, Shirley produced matching rings. Her voice quivered: "Digby... will you marry me and build this empire with me?"
Digby's eyes welled up on cue.
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