The Cruel Fiancée Fed the Billionaire's Son a Poisoned Cake — Until the Maid Spotted the Pecan Hidden Inside

Damian didn't yell. A quick, violent outburst was far too generous for a monster who had smiled in his face while actively trying to murder his only child.

He slowly lowered the smartphone. His sharp jawline locked, his tattooed hands perfectly steady.

"Damian, please!" Vanessa sobbed hysterically, dropping to her knees on the hardwood floor, completely abandoning her high-society elegance. Tears ruined her flawless makeup. "I was sick! I was stressed! I wasn't in my right mind! I love you!"

"You are nothing," Damian corrected softly, looking down at the pathetic, weeping woman.

He pulled his own encrypted smartphone from his black suit jacket. He dialed his Chief Financial Officer, putting the call on speaker so Vanessa could hear her absolute, total devastation.

"Initiate the hostile takeover of Vanessa's father's importing business," Damian ordered smoothly, his dark eyes locked entirely on the weeping woman.

"No! Damian, I beg of you! My family has nothing to do with this!" Vanessa shrieked, crawling across the floor toward his polished black shoes.

"Liquidate their stock," Damian continued ruthlessly, completely ignoring her pathetic pleas. "Call in every single one of their corporate debts. Freeze their supply chains. I want her family completely bankrupt, destitute, and stripped of every asset they own by the time the market opens tomorrow morning."

"Understood, Boss," the CFO replied smoothly. "The transfer is complete. They are entirely insolvent."

Vanessa physically sagged against the floor, her entire toxic existence turning to ash. She had just cost her family their billionaire legacy. They were permanently, completely ruined.