“Our family’s wealth is Marks family wealth,” they argued, one voice overlapping another.
“We’re blood! How could an outsider like Rachel Stevenson inherit what belongs to us?”
“If she’d given you a child, maybe we wouldn’t bother! But it’s been years and no heir! And while you were unconscious, who knows how many men she fooled around with?! We can’t let a stranger take what should stay in the Marks family!”
Their arrogance was revolting. In their eyes, the family name justified everything—even sacrificing me.
I let out a quiet sigh.
“Ever since I took over Marks Holdings, I’ve cleaned up your messes over and over.”
“But from now on… take care of yourselves.”
Robert slammed the table.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I ignored him. I turned to Rachel.
“Handle it.”
Without hesitation, Rachel ordered security to escort the Marks shareholders to the police station. She instructed her secretary to deliver a thick dossier—years of embezzlement, client poaching, fraudulent accounts.
Enough to put every one of them behind bars.
My cousins panicked, begging and crying.
I didn’t even look their way.
Those parasites were finally done.
Once the room cleared, I scanned the remaining executives and investors.
“I hear today’s board meeting was meant to strip me of the CEO title and divide my shares?”
Again, they all looked at Rachel.
She offered a warm, gentle smile:
“Ethan, you haven’t been in the company for three years. Things have changed so quickly.”
“We’re partners, and as your wife… taking over your role would allow me to protect our interests better.”
“You’re not upset with me for that, right?”
Jason jumped in before I could reply:
“Mr. Marks, you and Ms. Stevenson are one! Your strongest move now is to rest and recover. She’ll handle everything for you.”
Executives, partners—one by one—voiced support for her governance.
It was obvious:
Even if I refused, they would force her into my position.
“So,” I exhaled softly, “while I slept, the power of Marks Holdings shifted.”
“And now, even my objection is meaningless.”
No one dared refute it.
Rachel brushed it off lightly.
“Don’t worry about the company anymore. I’ll have someone take you home now.”
She exchanged a glance with Jason.
Jason walked over, forcing a polite smile.
“Mr. Marks, let me take you back.”
He pushed my wheelchair toward the door.
I didn’t resist. I simply asked:
“Jason, once Rachel Stevenson becomes CEO… your future here will look pretty bright, won’t it?”
