The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride (Elara and Victor) novel Chapter 30

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The boardroom fell silent as all eyes turned to Travis. Damian’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

“What do you mean, ‘not your grandfather’s blood‘?” Travis repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Damian’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Uncle, or should I even call you that? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

He pulled out another file from his briefcase and slid it across the table. Travis’s hands shook as he opened it, his face draining

of color as he read its contents.

“This… this can’t be true,“Travis stammered.

“Oh, but it is,” Damian replied, his voice calm. “DNA doesn’t lie, Uncle. You’re not a Blackwood by blood. My grandfather knew, and that’s why he left everything to me.”

The other shareholders murmured in shock, their earlier complaints forgotten in light of this bombshell revelation.

“I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time,” Damian continued, addressing the entire room. “Each of you has skeletons in your closet, and I know every single one of them.”

“How can this be?” Travis muttered, almost to himself. Was this why that damn old man refused to acknowledge him no matter what he did when he was still alive? So, he wasn’t his son, and he was just finding this out now. Travis wished he could kill him over and over again.

“You should be grateful to Grandpa,” Damian began. “For keeping this secret safe without letting anyone know.” If it weren’t for Damian searching his grandfather’s safe, he wouldn’t have discovered this shocking secret. He remembered asking his grandfather about the box when he was a child; his grandfather had told him not to worry about it but had shared the password and made him promise to open it when he inherited his will. It revealed that his deceased father was the only biological child of

the Blackwoods.

“I didn’t believe it,” Travis shouted, even as he clearly saw the DNA results.

“You are just an adopted son, Uncle. You should be grateful to the Blackwood family for giving you what you have today.”

“No,” he muttered, still in shock from the sudden revelation. “You forged this.”

Ignoring Travis, Damian turned to King.

“You should have done your investigation before supporting the wrong person,” he smirked. He took twisted pleasure in watching his enemies tremble. Seeing them vulnerable and helpless made him feel powerful and in control. It was a satisfaction that fed his ego. “Bring them in,” he added, addressing his assistant, Henry.

“Yes, sir,” Henry said before excusing himself. He soon returned with two police officers. King looked on in shock.

“Please, no. Don’t do this, Mr. Chairman,” King pleaded, his face filled with fear.

“You should do your job,” Damian told the officers. “I will make sure I destroy him.”

Knowing how cruel Damian could be, King turned to Travis.

“Help me, Travis. Please, help me.”

“I think you’re mistaken,” Damian smirked, watching them crawl in fear. “My uncle is not in a position to help you, given his own troubles.” He handed the officers all the corrupt documents he had on King. “Before you take him away, I want you to have this.”

“Please, forgive me,” King shouted as the officers led him away.

The boardroom fell silent once more. Damian’s eyes roamed around, burning his gaze into the shivering shareholders. He smirked.

“Each of you has skeletons in your closet, and I know every single one of them. Cross me again, and I won’t hesitate to use this

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information.” One by one, the shareholders nodded in acquiescence, thoroughly cowed by Damian’s display of power.

Meanwhile, across town, Elara paced nervously in her room. The morning’s argument with Damian still stung.

A knock on her door startled her. “Come in,” she called out hesitantly.

To her surprise, it was Aiden. “Ma’am, I hope I’m not intruding,” He said, his face grave. “But there’s something you need to see.”

He handed her a tablet open to a news website. Elara’s eyes widened in horror as she read the headline: “Blackwood Heir’s Wife: A Sordid Past Revealed.”

The article was filled with lies and half–truths about her relationship with Daniel Regars, painting her as a gold–digger and a seductress. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through the vicious words and doctored photos.

“This… this isn’t true,” she whispered, fighting back tears.

“I know, ma’am,” Aiden replied. “I’m also shocked to see this.”