I looked at him. “What do you want?”
“I need a wife,” he said calmly. “A legal one. Someone capable of auditing my company and stopping internal embezzlement. My ex wife has been siphoning funds through your ex husband.”
I took a breath. “Why me?”
“You have motive. You have skill. And neither of us believes in love anymore.”
He leaned forward slightly. “Be at the city clerk’s office tomorrow at eight.”
I glanced at Jason, who was kissing Lauren’s forehead.
I turned back. “Done. But I want full control of your finance department.”
Christopher stood. “I will see you tomorrow, Mrs. Vaughn.”
The next morning, I married him.
There were no vows, only signatures.
Within hours, I was walking into Vaughn Maritime Group as the new Chief Financial Officer. The office buzzed with whispers, but I ignored them and went straight to work. I reviewed transaction logs, vendor payments, and internal approvals. Patterns quickly emerged.
Millions had been routed through fake service companies.
One of them belonged to Lauren’s brother.
By the afternoon, I found a pending transfer large enough to disrupt the company’s finances. I froze it immediately.
Then my phone buzzed.
Jason had sent me a photo of my marriage certificate.
“You always move fast,” he texted.
I replied with a simple message. “Thank you for setting me free.”
The war had begun.
At the office, I removed the head accountant who was loyal to Lauren. I demanded full system access and enforced strict financial controls. Employees who once ignored procedures now worked in silence under pressure.
Later that night, I uncovered over twenty million dollars in fraudulent transfers.
Five million had gone directly to Jason’s company for a project that never existed.
I called the project manager.
“They have not started any work,” he admitted.
Everything became clear.
Jason was using company funds as his personal credit line.
The next day, I contacted the bank that guaranteed his contract and demanded repayment through legal channels. His accounts were frozen.
Soon after, he called me in panic.
“Olivia, please, we can talk about this,” he begged.
“You should have thought about that before,” I replied calmly.
Lauren then grabbed the phone and shouted, “You think you can take over the company?”
“I already have,” I answered. “And I am about to audit every transaction connected to you.”
Days later, an anonymous email spread false rumors about me.