My Husband Humili:ated Me For His Mistress… So I Called My Billionaire Father And Said, “Des:troy Him.”
PART 2
For one second, Damien looked amused.
Then confused.
Then his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen with irritation.
“Not now.”
It rang again.
Then Celeste’s phone started ringing.
Then the house landline.
Then Damien’s assistant rushed through the front doors in a gray coat, his face pale with panic.
“Mr. Cross,” he gasped. “It’s urgent.”
Damien snapped, “What?”
The assistant looked at me on the floor, then quickly looked away.
“The merger has been frozen. Every account tied to Cross Holdings is under emergency review. The board is demanding an immediate call.”
Damien went stiff.
“That’s impossible.”
My father’s voice came through my phone, calm and steady.
“Stay exactly where you are, sweetheart. Security is already outside.”
Celeste stood upright.
“What is happening?”
I pressed the phone closer to my ear.
“Thank you, Dad.”
Damien stared at me.
“Who is your father?”
I wiped bl00d from my lip.
“The man who begged me not to marry you.”
His assistant swallowed hard.
“Sir… there’s more. Whitmore Capital has withdrawn the credit guarantee.”
Damien’s face went white.
Whitmore Capital was the hidden backbone of his entire empire. Without it, his luxury developments, private jet contracts, political donations, and shell companies would collapse overnight.
Celeste blinked.
“Whitmore?”
I pushed myself slowly to my feet, gripping the edge of the console table. Pain tore through my back, but I refused to kneel again.
“My name,” I said, “is not Emma Blake.”
Damien’s breathing changed.
“It’s Emmeline Whitmore.”
The assistant froze.
Celeste whispered, “No.”
I gave her a faint smile.
“Yes.”
Damien stepped back as if the floor had shifted beneath him.
“You said you didn’t want your family involved.”
“I didn’t,” I said. “I wanted to know if you loved me when you believed I had nothing.”
His eyes flickered.
And there it was.
The answer.
Too ugly.
Too late.
Celeste recovered first.
“She’s lying. If she were a Whitmore, she would have used that name years ago.”
“I didn’t need to,” I said. “I was the reason Damien entered rooms he never deserved to stand in.”
Damien lunged toward me.
“You planned this?”
“No,” I said. “You did.”
The front doors opened again.
Four private security officers entered first.
Behind them came a woman in a navy suit holding a tablet.
“Naomi Park,” she said. “General counsel for Whitmore Group. Mrs. Cross, your father has authorized immediate protective action.”
Celeste slipped behind Damien.
“This is insane.”
Naomi turned to Damien.
“Mr. Cross, every investment connected to Whitmore Capital has been terminated for cause. We also have evidence of embezzlement, forged collateral documents, and misuse of marital assets.”
Damien’s knees nearly buckled.
I looked at the crop still in his hand.
“And assault,” I said.
