The Billionaire Cheated, I Took His Empire

"Elena, Serena can't be left alone right now. I'm not coming home tonight."

His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid of waking the "terminally ill" woman lying beside him. Rain pounded against the windows as I lowered my gaze to the worn file envelope on the coffee table.

Inside were the fake medical records she'd used to fabricate her fatal illness, her bank statements, and every transfer he had personally signed.

I'd known the truth for six months.

But he had never once looked at the report lying on my bedside table.