LILITH

Upon returning to the ballroom, I noticed the lights had been dimmed, and the projector screen was already set up.

Just in time, I thought.

All around me, murmurs spread among the guests—some wondering whether there was a surprise show planned.

Across the room, I spotted my father waving his secretary over, his brows furrowed. Immediately, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Things were about to go south.

Originally, I had planned to remain the mastermind behind the scenes, feigning ignorance when the truth was exposed. I wanted to appear as a shocked, innocent victim to everyone.

But I’d overlooked one crucial detail—businessmen like my dad were...