His "True Love" Was Fake... So Was My Corpse, Sucker! - Chapter 118: Chapter 118
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I don't know where I found the courage, but I grabbed a nearby ceramic vase and slammed it into my father's forehead with all my strength.
Blood instantly gushed out, splattering the white walls with crimson droplets.
My father's world spun, and before he could curse, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.
This sudden scene stunned everyone into silence. Even my mother stood frozen, her mouth open in shock.
My heart pounded in my throat as I gasped for air. After doing all this, I felt completely drained. The vase slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor into a thousand glittering pieces.
Tears of liberation rolled down my cheeks. I carefully wiped the blood from my fingers, my voice unwavering as I finally spoke my truth:
"You always threaten to disown me. Today, let me say it first—from now on, I voluntarily sever all ties with you. I won't take a penny from the Ryan family!"
The words felt like freedom, like cutting chains that had bound me my entire life.
"Of course, Ryan Corporation's funding issues and project problems have nothing to do with me anymore. I won't help." I looked directly at my mother, whose face had drained of all color.
"I want to live for myself. I'll leave here with Caleb, go somewhere none of you can find us. If you dare come after me, I'll expose everything—Ryan Corp's falsified accounts, tax evasion, and the truth about that Sullivan Industries employee suicide. Then we'll see who suffers more!"
I shouted these words with all my strength, feeling dizzy afterward from the release of years of pent-up anger, weakly leaning into Caleb's arms.
The mansion fell deadly silent.
Everyone exchanged glances, fear in their eyes. They knew I had access to damaging information—information that could destroy both families if released to the public.
Marcus hadn't expected me to transform from weak to fearless in just months.
He still stepped forward, trying one last time:
"Olivia, after our divorce, I've realized my regret and pain, understood how wrong I was." His voice softened, taking on a pleading tone I'd never heard before. "Give me another chance—we can remarry. I'll transfer thirty percent of my shares to you, include Ryan Corp in all future projects."
He gestured dismissively toward Caleb. "What can this useless Caleb give you? You've always lived as an heiress—can you really handle a life of poverty?"
"You guys shouldn't rent a villa to live in anymore. Come back to our home. Opportunities like this don't come around all the time. Say yes, Olivia, we can go and register our marriage right now."
Marcus maintained his arrogant demeanor, chin raised high, still believing I'd bow my head and return to him like before, drawn by wealth and security.
I found his words laughable. Smirking coldly, I replied:
"Know why we had no connection after three years together?"
"You're too arrogant, everything must go your way. The slightest displeasure sends you into a rage, punishing others freely, even when you're the wrong person."
"Money and power mean nothing to me—they vanish when we die. Can you guarantee you'll stay at the top forever? Constantly scheming and manipulating—that life's exhausting. I prefer simple living. With Caleb, I'd happily wait tables if needed."
Hearing himself dismissed as worthless, Marcus's face reddened with anger. He banged on the door heavily, reverting to threats:
"Then I'll just have you dragged back."
My mother shrieked in agreement: "Get security to take my worthless daughter away!"
Caleb calmly made a phone call, scanning everyone before pulling me close, issuing his own threat:
"The moment you illegally entered this property, the security system called 911. They're at the door now. Shouldn't you be running?"
My parents suddenly looked scared. Ignoring the others, they covered their foreheads that were still bleeding and turned around in a sorry state to run away.
Caleb then turned to Marcus, pointing to hidden cameras in the garden:
"Paparazzi are everywhere here. If you insist on staying, don't blame me when unflattering stories emerge in tomorrow's tabloids."
Marcus furiously threw the documents in his hand, forced to leave.
Before departing, he gave me one last cold look, grinding out:
"I won't give up so easily!"
But his threats fell flat now. I wasn't afraid anymore.
I was finally free.
Blood instantly gushed out, splattering the white walls with crimson droplets.
My father's world spun, and before he could curse, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed like a marionette with cut strings.
This sudden scene stunned everyone into silence. Even my mother stood frozen, her mouth open in shock.
My heart pounded in my throat as I gasped for air. After doing all this, I felt completely drained. The vase slipped from my hand, shattering on the floor into a thousand glittering pieces.
Tears of liberation rolled down my cheeks. I carefully wiped the blood from my fingers, my voice unwavering as I finally spoke my truth:
"You always threaten to disown me. Today, let me say it first—from now on, I voluntarily sever all ties with you. I won't take a penny from the Ryan family!"
The words felt like freedom, like cutting chains that had bound me my entire life.
"Of course, Ryan Corporation's funding issues and project problems have nothing to do with me anymore. I won't help." I looked directly at my mother, whose face had drained of all color.
"I want to live for myself. I'll leave here with Caleb, go somewhere none of you can find us. If you dare come after me, I'll expose everything—Ryan Corp's falsified accounts, tax evasion, and the truth about that Sullivan Industries employee suicide. Then we'll see who suffers more!"
I shouted these words with all my strength, feeling dizzy afterward from the release of years of pent-up anger, weakly leaning into Caleb's arms.
The mansion fell deadly silent.
Everyone exchanged glances, fear in their eyes. They knew I had access to damaging information—information that could destroy both families if released to the public.
Marcus hadn't expected me to transform from weak to fearless in just months.
He still stepped forward, trying one last time:
"Olivia, after our divorce, I've realized my regret and pain, understood how wrong I was." His voice softened, taking on a pleading tone I'd never heard before. "Give me another chance—we can remarry. I'll transfer thirty percent of my shares to you, include Ryan Corp in all future projects."
He gestured dismissively toward Caleb. "What can this useless Caleb give you? You've always lived as an heiress—can you really handle a life of poverty?"
"You guys shouldn't rent a villa to live in anymore. Come back to our home. Opportunities like this don't come around all the time. Say yes, Olivia, we can go and register our marriage right now."
Marcus maintained his arrogant demeanor, chin raised high, still believing I'd bow my head and return to him like before, drawn by wealth and security.
I found his words laughable. Smirking coldly, I replied:
"Know why we had no connection after three years together?"
"You're too arrogant, everything must go your way. The slightest displeasure sends you into a rage, punishing others freely, even when you're the wrong person."
"Money and power mean nothing to me—they vanish when we die. Can you guarantee you'll stay at the top forever? Constantly scheming and manipulating—that life's exhausting. I prefer simple living. With Caleb, I'd happily wait tables if needed."
Hearing himself dismissed as worthless, Marcus's face reddened with anger. He banged on the door heavily, reverting to threats:
"Then I'll just have you dragged back."
My mother shrieked in agreement: "Get security to take my worthless daughter away!"
Caleb calmly made a phone call, scanning everyone before pulling me close, issuing his own threat:
"The moment you illegally entered this property, the security system called 911. They're at the door now. Shouldn't you be running?"
My parents suddenly looked scared. Ignoring the others, they covered their foreheads that were still bleeding and turned around in a sorry state to run away.
Caleb then turned to Marcus, pointing to hidden cameras in the garden:
"Paparazzi are everywhere here. If you insist on staying, don't blame me when unflattering stories emerge in tomorrow's tabloids."
Marcus furiously threw the documents in his hand, forced to leave.
Before departing, he gave me one last cold look, grinding out:
"I won't give up so easily!"
But his threats fell flat now. I wasn't afraid anymore.
I was finally free.
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