CHAPTER 3 — THE TRUTH HIDDEN BEHIND THE CURTAINS
Within an hour, every servant was gathered in the main hall.
Security footage appeared on the giant screen.
The woman watched in horror.
One video after another.
Weeks.
Months.
Nearly two years of recordings.
Insults.
Threats.
Humiliation.
Every cruel word she thought nobody had witnessed.
Every slap.
Every punishment.
Every act of abuse.
The evidence filled the room.
The little boy lowered his head.
Alexander's hands clenched.
The servants looked away.
Several of them were crying.
Because they had wanted to help.
But they had been too afraid.
The woman shook her head desperately.
"I can explain."
Alexander didn't answer.
She turned to the staff.
"You all knew?"
No one spoke.
Not one person defended her.
Not one person stood beside her.
For the first time since entering the mansion, she was completely alone.
Then Alexander opened a second folder.
Her smile disappeared.
Divorce papers.
Property agreements.
Financial audits.
Private investigation reports.
The woman stared at the documents.
Confused.
Then terrified.
Because the investigation wasn't only about the child.
It uncovered something else.
Millions of dollars secretly transferred from company accounts.
Luxury purchases hidden under false invoices.
Personal expenses disguised as business costs.
The abuse had exposed a much bigger crime.
And now every secret was sitting on the table.
Waiting.
Alexander finally spoke.
"You thought this mansion made you powerful."
His eyes never left hers.
"It didn't."
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He pushed the documents forward.
"It simply hid who you really were."
