RICHARD’S POVThe next day, my mind was buzzing with two things: Dennis’s threat and the *Ultra Billionaire System*. I’d been given another ridiculous task—spend $6 million in 24 hours. Easy for some, but even for me, it felt like a challenge when all I wanted to do was focus on how to handle this chairman nonsense. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had to either marry Cathy or face some trumped-up jail time.I shook my head, pushing the thought away. “Forget Dennis for a second, Richard. Focus on the task.”I decided to take a tour of my father’s properties to distract myself. First stop? The mattress company my father owned. A solid business, and one I hadn’t checked in on for a while. If I was going to spend millions, I might as well take stock of what assets I had. Plus, it was a decent excuse to step out and clear my head.When I arrived, the manager was there, smiling like everything was just sunshine and rainbows. “Mr. Richard, it’s been too long! Welcom

RICHARD’S POVI showed up at Dennis’ mansion the next day, my hands in my pockets, head held high. I was done playing his twisted game. He’d underestimated me, and now it was time to face this head-on.The moment he opened the door, his face soured like he had swallowed a lemon.“Well, well. One day in jail, and you’ve already come to your senses?” He smirked like he had me where he wanted.“Hardly,” I replied, my voice calm. “I came to speak to your daughter. She’s the one I have business with.”Dennis’ smirk faded as his eyes narrowed. “We have business too, Collins. Don’t act like you can ignore me.”I clenched my fists in my pockets, forcing myself to stay calm. “Business? Is that what you call blackmail? I’ve saved Cathy’s life more times than I can count, and yet you still think I’d take advantage of her? I’ve never touched her like that, and you know it.”Dennis scoffed. “Don’t feed me that bullshit, Richard. My daughter doesn’t lie.”“Your daughter’s lying this time,” I snapp

RICHARD’S POVThe courtroom was dead silent, the kind of quiet that could make your skin crawl. My lawyer, Anderson, stood confidently, like he had the whole world in his pocket. He took a breath and addressed the jury, his voice clear and sharp. "Your Honor, members of the jury, what we have here isn’t just a case of false accusation. It’s a blatant attempt to manipulate and destroy a man who has done nothing but good for the very people accusing him. This young lady, Chairman Dennis’s daughter, Cathy, has been trying to force my client, Richard Thorne, into a marriage he never wanted."The jury's eyes flicked between me and Cathy, who sat in her chair, her face a perfect mask of anxiety. Yeah, I’m sure she didn’t see this day turning out like this.Anderson continued, pacing in front of them. "When Richard refused her advances, when he chose to stay committed to his wife, Amelia, Cathy decided to lie. She fabricated a story of abuse, hoping to ruin his life. But one thing she didn’

The next day, standing at the entrance of my company’s building, I watched as Jonathan and William dragged their feet toward the restrooms. Their faces were twisted in disgust, and I had to suppress a laugh. Honestly, this was a sight I never thought I’d see—my brothers about to scrub toilets like common janitors. Life had a way of bringing things full circle. I walked over to them, the grin on my face probably giving away just how much I was enjoying this. "Morning, gentlemen," I called out cheerily. They both shot me the same death glare, but I ignored it. They weren’t in any position to intimidate me anymore. They were the ones who needed to grovel now. William was the first to speak, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You really want us to do this? Clean your precious company toilets?" I shrugged, pretending to think about it. "Well, it’s either this or I keep everything, and you two can go back to being broke. Your choice." Jonathan muttered something under his breath, proba

RICHARD’S POV I was finally getting some peace and quiet. Amelia had gone out to run errands, and I had the house to myself. I leaned back on the couch, eyes half-closed, trying to enjoy the silence. It wasn’t long before my phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the calm. I grabbed it, already sensing some drama on the horizon. Sure enough, it was one of the guards I’d assigned to keep an eye on my brothers. “Yeah?” I answered, not bothering with any formalities. The guard's voice was steady, like he was reporting something routine, but I knew better. “Sir, I thought you’d want to know—your brothers, they’re not cleaning the toilets themselves.” I sat up a little straighter, feeling my annoyance bubble up. “What do you mean they’re not cleaning?” “They’ve hired staff to do it,” the guard continued. “They’ve been showing up to the bathrooms, pretending to scrub things down, but it’s all an act. They walk in after the hired help’s already finished the job.” I couldn’t help bu