The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 237

I stood in the Harper family dining room, a strange mixture of satisfaction and emptiness washing over me. My fingers trembled slightly as I raised my water glass, the enormity of what I’d orchestrated finally sinking in. Four years of calculated patience had culminated in this moment, and the taste of victory was both sweet and surprisingly hollow.

The sound of furious footsteps echoed through the foyer, growing louder until Scarlett burst into the dining room. Her normally perfect hair was disheveled, her designer weekend outfit rumpled, and mascara streaked down her flushed cheeks. Her chest heaved with each panicked breath.

“You finally got what you wanted, didn’t you?” she screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. With one violent sweep of her arm, she sent my dinner plate flying. Blueberry juice splattered across my blazer, the dark purple stain spreading slowly across the expensive fabric. “This was all your scheme!”

I felt my heartbeat quicken, but kept my expression neutral as I deliberately picked up my napkin. The silk felt cool against my fingertips as I dabbed at the stain with methodical precision. Inside, a wave of vindication swelled, warming me from within. I allowed my gaze to drift up to Scarlett’s panic–stricken face, savoring the way her confidence had crumbled.

“You might want to focus on how to maintain your position in the Harper household, Scarlett,” I said, my voice low and measured. I studied her reaction, noting how her lower lip trembled. “Your mother’s reputation isn’t the only one in tatters.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened. I could see the realization dawning on her face–the privileged life she had cultivated was suddenly precarious. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, knuckles white with tension.

“You think you’ve won? Dad will never believe-”

“Your father?” I arched an eyebrow, allowing a slight smile to form. The flash of fear in her eyes sent a jolt of power through me. “Interesting choice of words.”

She turned and rushed upstairs, her sobs echoing through the hallway. I remained perfectly still, listening as her footsteps faded. The quiet that followed was broken moments later by my father’s voice thundering from above.

“Anyone who says another word in Victoria’s defense can pack their bags and leave the Harper house immediately!

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My heart hammered in my chest. This was real. This was happening. After years of being marginalized in

my own home, the scales were finally tipping back in my favor. I pressed my palms flat against the cool

dining table to steady myself.

William descended the stairs and entered the dining room. The lines around his mouth had deepened, his complexion ashen. His hands shook slightly as he poured himself a generous scotch.

“Scarlett is just like her mother,” he said, not meeting my eyes. “A saint on social media, a hypocrite behind closed doors. The things I’ve discovered…” He trailed off, taking a long sip from his glass, his throat working as he swallowed.

I remained silent, studying the man I’d once adored as a father, now a stranger consumed by his own betrayal.

Later, I encountered Scarlett in the upstairs hallway. Her eyes were swollen, bloodshot, and rimmed with red. When she saw me, her shoulders tensed and her jaw clenched.

“Happy now?” she hissed, voice barely above a whisper. Seeing me humiliated by Dad?”

I felt a cold clarity settle over me as I looked at her. This girl who had taken everything–my father’s affection, my mother’s bedroom, even my ex–fiancé–was finally facing consequences.

“Extremely,” I replied, my voice steady. I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of her tear–streaked face, the camera click echoing in the silent hallway.

Scarlett’s eyes widened with alarm. “You wouldn’t dare post that!” she shrieked, lunging for my phone. Her fingers grasped at air as I easily sidestepped her. “If you put that on social media, I’ll-”

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