The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: The Press Conference

Aria POV

The Blackwood Tower conference room had never felt so much like an execution chamber.

Fifty reporters packed the space, cameras pointed at the podium where Damien and I would stand. The air buzzed with anticipation—vultures waiting for the carnage.

"Two minutes," Agent Sarah said quietly from the doorway. She’d insisted on being present despite Marcus’s warnings. "Are you sure about this?"

I looked down at the speech in my hands. Five pages of carefully crafted destruction. Every mistake I’d ever made, every questionable business decision, every moment of anger and vengeance laid bare.

"I’m sure," I said, though my hands shook.

Damien stood beside me, his own speech clutched in white-knuckled fists. He’d barely slept—neither of us had. We’d spent the entire night preparing, planning, hoping this gamble would work.

Twelve hours ago, Agent Sarah team had finally identified something in the video background. A specific type of industrial concrete only used in warehouses built between 1985 and 1990. Combined with the ambient noise pattern—distant train whistles every seventeen minutes—they’d narrowed Marcus’s location to three possible sites.

Three sites they were preparing to raid the moment we finished this press conference.

The plan was simple: give Marcus what he wanted. Let him watch us destroy ourselves on live television. And while he was distracted, savoring his victory, the FBI would move in.

It had to work.

It had to.

"Ms. Monroe." A production assistant gestured to us. "Mr. Blackwood, we are ready for you."

I stood on shaking legs as Damien’s hand found mine, squeezing once before releasing.

"United front," he whispered.

"United front," I echoed.

We walked into the conference room together.

The camera flashes were blinding. Questions erupted immediately, reporters shouting over each other, but Damien raised a hand and the room fell silent.

"Thank you for coming," he said, his voice steady despite the tremor I could see in his jaw. "Aria and I have a statement to make. We won’t be taking questions afterward."

I stepped up to the podium, my speech trembling in my hands.

"Eighteen hours ago," I began, "my three-year-old son was kidnapped by Marcus Blackwood. Many of you watched the livestream. You saw Noah, you saw how scared he was."

My voice cracked but forced myself to continue.

"Marcus demanded that Damien and I publicly confess our wrongdoings in exchange for information about Noah’s location. So that’s what we’re here to do."

I could see it in their faces—the eagerness, the hunger for scandal. They were going to eat this alive.

" Years ago, I married Damien Blackwood in a business arrangement. I was naive enough to hope it might become something real. Instead, I discovered my husband with my sister on our wedding day. When I confronted them, my family blamed me, they called me an embarrassment."

The cameras flashed faster. Someone was already typing on their phone, live-tweeting this.

"I knew I was pregnant, two weeks later when I told Damien, he" I looked at him, saw the pain in his eyes. "He told me to get rid of it, and said I was trying to trap him. He didn’t even bother to give me a dime."

Damien’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t interrupt.

"So I did disappear, but I kept my baby. I fled to London with nothing—no money, no support, no plan until a friend helped me." I swallowed hard. "I built Monroe Global from nothing. And I’m not going to stand here and pretend I did it all legitimately."

That caused a stir. Reporters leaning forward, cameras zooming in.

"I used insider information from my time as Damien’s wife. I leveraged connections that weren’t mine to leverage. I made deals that some might consider unethical." Each word felt hollow. "I was so focused on revenge, on proving I could succeed without my family, that I compromised my principles."

It wasn’t entirely true. Monroe Global was built on my intelligence and hard work. But Marcus wanted blood, wanted confession, so I’d give him the performance of a lifetime.

"I return to Ravenwood not just to expand my business, but to make everyone who’d hurt me pay. I wanted vengeance more than I wanted peace." I looked directly at the camera. "That anger, that need for revenge—it’s poisoned everything. And now my son is paying the price for my pride."

I stepped back as Damien took my place at the podium.

"Everything Aria said is true," he began, his voice rough. "I was cruel to her. I accused her of things she didn’t do, I threw her out when she was pregnant because I was too much of a coward to face my own feelings."

He gripped the edges of the podium.

"My entire life, I was taught that emotions were weakness. My father beat that lesson into me, into my brother Marcus. He exiled Marcus at fifteen. And I" His voice broke. "I let it happen. I stood by and did nothing while my brother was sent away. While he was put in a psychiatric facility and abandoned."

This was new, this and wasn’t in the rehearsed speech.

"Marcus asked for my help once," Damien continued, tears now streaming down his face. "When he was seventeen, locked in that facility, he called me, begged me to get him out. And I told him I couldn’t because our Father knew best. That he needed to get better."

"I abandoned my brother when he needed me most. Just like I abandoned Aria, just like I abandoned my son." Damien looked directly at the camera, directly at Marcus watching somewhere. "You were right, Marcus. About all of it. I took everything from you. I was Father’s golden child while you suffered. And when you needed me, I failed you." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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