Part 2: The bride shoved the little flower girl away from the locked double doors, completely unaware that the six-year-old was about to reveal who was trapped inside the closet.

Noah took a step closer to his father, looking down into the older man’s aging face.

“You didn't buy Vanguard Systems, Grant,” Noah whispered. “You bought an empty shell with thirty million dollars of your own liquid capital. And according to the contract your high-priced attorneys drafted... that money is non-refundable upon execution.”

Grant’s face turned an alarming shade of crimson. “You set me up.”

“You set yourself up the moment you thought money could buy my loyalty,” Noah said. “And as for my mother’s trust? The twenty million dollars?”

Noah pulled a folded document from his pocket—an official court order stamped by the state probate division.

“Eleanor’s will had a codicil,” Noah said. “In the event of attempted corporate interference or coercion by Grant Holloway, the marriage clause is permanently nullified, and the full balance transfers unconditionally to the surviving heirs upon my thirtieth birthday.”

Noah smiled, cold and sharp.

“Happy birthday to me, Grant.”

Grant turned violently toward his lead attorney, his cane nearly slipping from his grasp. “Is this true? Did you review the probate records?”

The attorney swallowed hard, his skin pale. “Sir... the sealed records from Eleanor’s estate were under an administrative stay. We assumed—”

“You assumed!” Grant roared, losing his composure for the first time in front of the entire assembly.

Allison let out another ragged sob, realizing that not only was she left without a husband, but the five-million-dollar payout she had sold her soul for was tied to a contract that was now entirely worthless.

“Noah, please!” Allison crawled toward him, her hands reaching for the hem of his trousers. “I made a mistake! We can fix this! We can leave together, take the money, and start over somewhere new!”