“Sign the papers and leave, beggar,” they mocked her during the divorce — until three black luxury cars pulled up outside.

Edward’s voice was ice.

“You planned this.”

Ryan looked desperate now.

“No, Dad made me—”

Arthur stood violently.

“Shut up!”

Too late.

Edward slowly stood.

His height suddenly made him look enormous.

“Three years,” Edward said quietly.

“You married my daughter.”

His eyes burned with fury now.

“You humiliated her. Isolated her.”

His voice dropped lower.

“And tried to destroy her reputation so you could quietly erase her from your family.”

He placed both hands on the table.

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his presence.

“You made one catastrophic mistake.”

Arthur swallowed.

Edward looked at Isabella.

Then back at them.

“You assumed the mechanic had no tools.”

He smiled.

“But I build engines.”

A pause.

“And I dismantle them too.”

Arthur’s voice trembled.

“What are you saying?”

Edward straightened his jacket.

“I’m saying,” he replied calmly,

“That the Castellano empire runs on six banks.”

Arthur’s face went rigid.
Edward’s final words dropped like a bomb.

“And five of them belong to me.”

No one in the Castellano dining room moved.

Edward Reyes’ final sentence hung in the air like thunder before a storm.

“Five of them belong to me.”

Arthur Castellano stared at him.

Then he laughed.

It was forced.

Sharp.

Almost desperate.

“That’s absurd,” Arthur said. “The Castellano Group has been financed by the same institutions for decades.”

Edward didn’t argue.

Instead, he gestured toward the attorneys standing behind him.

“Mr. Bennett.”

One of them stepped forward and placed a thick folder on the table