The day I became heir to the group, my husband tried to kill me.

Chapter 1

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The day I was announced as the heir to the family empire, someone stormed the stage, brandishing fabricated leaked documents.

They claimed I'd embezzled project funds and colluded with competitors.

My father, right there on the spot, tore up the succession agreement and disowned me.

On the grand hall's screens, photos of Blair Sutton, the new heir, cycled endlessly.

I stumbled out of the skyscraper, my vision blurring, when a black sedan suddenly lost control and slammed into me.

The searing pain brought me to my knees as I collapsed into a pool of my own blood.

While I lay unconscious, I overheard a conversation between Liam and his assistant.

“Mr. Kincaid, Mrs. Monroe has been completely removed. Why go for the absolute kill?”

“She's too brilliant. Only by rendering her crippled can we ensure she’d never be a threat again.”

“Blair saved me from a fire five years ago. She wants the inheritance, so naturally, I have to clear the path for her.”

I stared at the burn scar beneath my collarbone, a mark left three years ago when I rushed into that burning building to save *her*.

Later, clutching the Medal of Valor from the Fire Department, I burst into the Monroe Holdings press conference.

My husband was there, adjusting Blair Sutton’s skirt, tending to his supposed "savior."

I ripped open my dress, exposing the jagged scar.

My voice was hoarse, but every word cut through the air, clear as a bell.

“Liam Kincaid, you said you’d spend your life with your savior once she recovered—”

“But your savior is right here. And you? You're the one who set the fire.”