His Elegant Girlfriend Fed Him a Poisoned Anniversary Cake — Until a Homeless Little Girl Begged Him to Swap the Plates

The monitor on the wall didn't show a medical chart. It showed a high-definition, live video feed of the hospital room they were standing in, complete with crystal-clear audio.

Julian stared at the screen in absolute horror.

"Every word you just said," Alexander stated coldly, pointing at the camera hidden in the ceiling smoke detector, "was live-streamed directly to the District Attorney, the Chief of Police, and my entire Board of Directors."

Julian let out a guttural cry of sheer panic. He lunged toward the door, desperate to escape, but before his hand could even touch the handle, it swung violently open from the outside.

Marcus, the massive head of security, stepped in, flanked by four heavily armed NYPD detectives.

"Julian Vance," the lead detective barked, slamming Julian against the wall and violently wrenching his arms behind his back. "You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, and corporate fraud."

"No! Alexander, please!" Julian screamed hysterically as cold steel handcuffs snapped shut around his wrists. "We've been friends for twenty years! Don't do this!"

"Take the trash out," Alexander ordered, turning his back on the screaming man.

Julian was dragged kicking and screaming down the sterile hallway, his entire luxurious life completely annihilated in a matter of seconds. Two officers stepped into the room to formally guard Celeste, who was sobbing into her pillow, realizing she would be transferred from a hospital bed directly to a maximum-security prison cell.

The empire was safe. The traitors were ruined.

Alexander walked out of the room and back into the observation area. Little Luna was standing by the glass, holding her empty soup bowl, watching the police take the bad people away.