The Temporary Boyfriend

Chapter 186: Corporate agreement cont.

​It was actually Marco who had sent the text early that morning, but Lyvana wasn’t about to tell Victoria that.

Mr. Windsor’s face hardened. He looked between the two women, the confusion evident on his face, but the sheer terror on his wife’s face told him this wasn’t a bluff.

"What are you two talking about?" he asked. "Who the hell is the Master."

"He is a dominant in an underground BDSM ring," Lyvana supplied smoothly. "A man who specializes in master-slave contracts for the city’s elite. Your wife didn’t just introduce Catalina to his circle, she actively encouraged her daughter to submit to him, using his twisted psychological conditioning to hide Catalina’s behavioral problems."

​The silence that followed in the office was absolute.

Mr. Windsor’s eyes widened, and he looked completely shocked.

For a man who valued the Windsor family reputation above all else, the mere mention of such a depraved underworld was enough to make his blood boil.

Very slowly, he turned his head to look at his wife.

"Is this true?" he asked.

Victoria looked pale and shaken.

"Richard, she’s lying!" she screamed. "She is trying to trick you! You know what these poor people are like, they make up lies to destroy families like ours..."

Mr. Windsor did not say a word. He just kept staring at her. His eyes were cold and hard like ston, watching the panic take over her face.

​"Look at me, Victoria," he commanded. "Look at me and tell me she is lying."

​Victoria tried to hold his gaze, but she couldn’t. She looked down at the table, her bottom lip trembling. She opened her mouth to speak, to offer another excuse, but only a weak, breathless sob came out. Her silence gave him the exact answer he dreaded.

"Are you blackmailing me, young lady?" he asked Lyvana.

"I am offering you a clean break. Give me the corporate agreement, enforce the restraining order, and ship Catalina out of the country. Do that, and the Windsor name remains untarnished. Refuse, and the entire world finds out exactly, what your wife and daughter do behind closed doors. I give it ten minutes, before your stock prices plummet to zero."

Mr. Windsor’s jaw tightened as he calculated the damage.

​"Richard... I’m sorry," Victoria choked out. Her voice cracked with tears as she reached out and grabbed his arm. "It’s not as bad as she’s saying. Please, Richard—"

​SMACK!

​The sound of the slap echoed like a gunshot through the room.

​The force of the blow spun Victoria’s head around, sending her stumbling back against the edge of the table. She gasped, clutching her burning cheek, her perfectly styled hair falling into her face in complete disarray. She looked at her husband in shock. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Mr. Windsor turned back to Lyvana and said. "It will be done, Ms. Montclair." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

​"What are you saying?" Victoria burst out. "You want your only daughter to go to jail? For this woman?"

​"Our daughter belongs in a cell," he said coldly. "And after today, you will be lucky if I don’t put you in one right next to her."

​Victoria opened her mouth to argue, but Mr. Windsor slammed his hand down on the table.

​"You shut up, you shameless woman!" he roared. His voice shook the room. "You have ruined our family name enough today. Speak one more word, and I will leave you with absolutely nothing."

​Victoria flinched as if he had struck her a second time, shrinking back against the table. She looked at him with wild, disbelieving eyes, but the absolute disgust on his face told her she had zero leverage left. He was completely cutting his losses.

​"The corporate agreement, the restraining order, sending Catalina away, you’ll have it all," he said, his voice flat and practical. "My legal team will formalize the paperwork by the end of today. But I want your absolute, written guarantee that every piece of digital evidence you possess regarding my wife and my daughter is permanently destroyed the moment the ink dries."

"I can’t do that, Mr. Windsor. I’m not destroying my only insurance policy. The moment this meeting ends, my lawyers will contact your team to finalize the paperwork. As for the evidence, it has been handed over to an independent digital broker. It will remain securely locked in their vault, untouched for as long as your corporation honors our agreement."

​"You are playing a dangerous game, Ms. Montclair. I am agreeing to your terms, but I do not like being held at gunpoint. How do I know you won’t just release it anyway?"

​"Because I am a businesswoman, Mr. Windsor, not a chaotic anarchist. The files are only valuable to me as leverage to keep Catalina away from me. If I release them now, I lose my leverage, and you have nothing left to lose. But if the agreement is breached, that broker has strict instructions to release everything to the press automatically. So you see, keeping your family legacy intact is entirely up to you."

​Sitting quietly on the sofa, Emily watched the entire exchange and smiled to herself. That’s my girl, she thought. No wonder Julian is obsessed with her.

​What the Windsors didn’t know was that Lyvana had absolutely no video or photo of Catalina. She was completely bluffing. Yet, she had woven a perfect web of blackmail based entirely on the single video Marco had found of the mother months ago. She had completely brought a billionaire empire to its knees with nothing but total confidence.

Mr. Windsor stared at Lyvana for a long, agonizing moment, then he let out a sharp, defeated breath through his nose.

​"Fine," he muttered.

"Thank you for your patience and for your understanding."

​Lyvana stood up, gave Emily a nod, and they both walked out of the room together. The heavy door shut softly behind them.

​They took the elevator down to the lobby and walked out of the building.

Neither of them noticed Andrew sitting in his car, his eyes locked on Lyvana as she passed.

​They got into their car and drove off.