Divorced Heiress
Chapter 113

I would have loved to activate the camera on my phone to save for posterity the image of Paul's tragedy-stricken, colorless face, but I was focused on waiting for a single word to come out of his mouth, at least.

For a moment, I thought he was going to faint or, in the worst case scenario, destroy everything in his path, but I dismissed that idea when he took the papers out of the folder and tore them in half, a mocking smile forming on his face.

As for me, I remained unperturbed in my place, I didn't care what he did with those papers, the reality was that he was minutes away from being arrested by the authorities and nothing and no one was going to stop it.

"Don't try to make me look like a fool. What did you think? That showing me some documents with your name on them would make me fall for it, don't make me laugh. Accept it once and for all, Doinel belongs to me. If you don't leave my office right now, I'll have to throw you out myself." I said with a slight laugh as he refused to believe, his threat didn't scare me at all.

"Try me." I challenged him, standing up. It might be very risky on my part, considering how dangerous Paul could be, but right now, the satisfaction of his game being almost over outweighed anything else.

I never abandoned my smile, not even when he quickly approached me and grabbed me by the neck with one hand. Even though I was running out of oxygen, I couldn't stop mocking him, which only made him even more furious, especially when I dug my nails into his hands to cause him pain and loosen his grip, although it was in vain.

I was playing with his patience, challenging him like never before, and it seemed like what he wanted at this moment was to kill me, I could see it in his dark eyes.

"Everything would be easier if you just accepted being my wife, since your answer is no, you leave me no choice." He said.

I was about to defend myself with a kick to his most sensitive area, but what happened next happened so quickly that I barely had time to catch my breath when he released his grip on my neck, because the office door swung open and almost immediately, Paul fell to the floor from a strong punch he received.

I stood frozen and surprised in my place, coughing and breathing heavily, watching Alexander's angry face as he shook his hand after the blow he delivered to Paul. He didn't even let him recover on the floor, as he crouched down to grab his shirt collar and looked directly into his bloodied face.

"It seems you and I have unfinished business." He said, his voice icy. He punched Paul in the face again, causing him to groan in pain.

"You think you're so brave for trying to harm Sarah, I have news for you, she's not alone." He delivered a third punch, and only then could I stop coughing.

"Defend yourself, you damn bastard! You don't think you're so tough anymore! Try touching a hair on my wife's head! Try it!"

Paul tried to protect himself from Alexander's fourth punch, but he received it right in his right eye. I approached when Alexander raised his fist again to strike Paul's already bloodied face and gently took his hand to prevent him from doing it.

His honey-colored eyes met mine for the first time since he entered the office, and I could see his agitated breathing and anger on his red face. I could tell it was the first time I saw his gaze filled with hatred, I had never seen him like this before, he had become a savage from the moment he opened the door. I didn't blame him.

"Alex, that's enough." I said. His face showed indignation and confusion at what I was asking him, and I continued to clarify why I wanted him to stop hitting Paul.

"I will take over."

A complicit smile adorned his face upon hearing my words, and he quickly released Paul's shirt, letting him fall to the floor again, and stood up to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

"He's all yours, my love." He said, clearing the way for me as he fixed the rebellious strand of hair that fell onto his forehead when he took out his frustration on the wretched man now writhing in pain on the floor.

I squatted at the level of that imbecile, and after brushing the hair that was in my face, I gave him a fake smile. The truth was, I did enjoy seeing him in that miserable state, and it was not like I was an evil person, but he and his mother caused a lot of harm, and this is my moment to get back at them.

"You're going to rot in your misery." I said word for word to his face, and he smiled, revealing the blood that decorated his teeth.

"Don't be so sure. This is still my company." He said, his smile never leaving his face. I heard Alexander's laughter behind me at the nonsense Paul had just said.

I fixed my hair without taking my eyes off that disgusting smile, and the next second, I did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I wiped the smile off his face when my fist struck his mouth, leaving my knuckles sore.

When his face turned to the side, I gripped his hair tightly to make him look at me directly, not missing a single word that was about to come out of my mouth.

"You just haven't understood yet. This company was never yours."

His face became serious, and I didn't see a hint of disbelief in his eyes. He was now understanding that everything I had told him was as real as the next blow I delivered to his cheek.

It was so liberating, especially to hear his cries of pain and his panicked look because he knew what awaited him after fraudulently presenting himself as the majority shareholder, that I didn't even feel like continuing to hit him. I had already taken revenge with something more painful than a few blows that wouldn't bring me anything good.

"Ah, you started without me. Now you'll see, you're the worst scum that can exist. It's a shame you're my brother."

I stood up upon hearing Abby's unrecognizable voice and moved far enough away for her to continue beating Paul mercilessly. He tried to cover himself with his arms, which only allowed his sister to deliver two kicks to his ribs that left him dazed in pain, as evidenced by his groans.

I couldn't help but smile upon hearing it.

If there was anyone who wanted to beat him relentlessly, it was Abby.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Alexander ignored the siblings and reached my side within seconds to inspect my neck. He fixed my hair with his hands, and I gave him a smile to reassure him, although I was sure I had Paul's fingerprints on my neck. "I've never been better in my life." I said, referring to how satisfying it was to hit that wretched man, and Alexander understood.

His arms enveloped me unexpectedly, and I breathed a sigh of relief at how good I felt now. However, I became worried when I saw the lawyers approaching the door with Vincent. I had to separate from Alexander to stop Abby and make her move away from Paul before they caught her red-handed.

The last thing I wanted was for us to end up in trouble for beating up Paul, and even though I could justify myself by saying it was self-defense, Abby and Alexander didn't have a justification that would save them.

"No, Sarah, let me go. I haven't finished teaching him a lesson yet." Abby evaded my grip more than once and slapped Paul's injured and bloodied face.

"This is for being a shitty person and wanting to ruin the lives of those who trusted you." Abby said.

"Abby, I'm sure they'll finish teaching him the lesson." Alexander forcefully pulled her away by the waist, because if it were up to her, she would spend the whole afternoon hitting him, and I couldn't blame her, but she couldn't do it at the moment, or she would get into legal trouble.

Abby squirmed in Alexander's arms, intent on freeing herself, when she saw Paul struggling to get up and wiping the blood escaping from his nose.

"Let me go, I'm not done with that bastard yet."

I gave Abby a look when her eyes landed on me, and I discreetly gestured towards the door, where all the spectators and guests that were about to arrive could be perfectly seen. As if by magic, she calmed down as if she hadn't been furious seconds before. "You're all a bunch of madmen! I'm going to sue you! This won't go unpunished." Paul yelled at us as if he were in a position to play the victim, and his eyes widened when he saw the authorities arriving at the door.

"Finally, they're doing something right in this company. Officers, take them all away." I let out a graceless laughter at Paul's great cynicism, but in the office, Abby's laughter was heard when the officers approached Paul.

"Paul Dubois, you are under arrest for attempted murder, fraud, air sabotage, embezzlement, and attempted kidnapping."

Paul was so perplexed upon hearing the words of one of the officers that he didn't even have the strength to resist when he was handcuffed.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?"

Seeing Paul's look of confusion gave me a hundred years of life. I was watching the sun rise after a devastating storm, finally getting justice for myself and my parents. However, I wouldn't be completely at ease until Mrs. Dubois was arrested. She was even more dangerous; after all, she was the one who planned all of this since my father rejected her.

"Now you understand. You can take him away." Abby spoke after a few long seconds during which Paul remained completely silent, as if he were processing what was happening.

"What? No! I am innocent of all the accusations against me, I... I... I didn't do anything."

I made my best effort not to burst out laughing or say something inappropriate in front of the police officers, but Abby couldn't stay silent.

"Then who did? Your mom? Oh, yes. She is as guilty as you are. Officers, please, take him away."

No one would suspect that Abby had lost control a moment ago, as she spoke so calmly, but with sarcasm.

"We have compelling evidence of all Mr. Dubois' crimes, including a transfer of shares document to Ms. Sarah Doinel, making his document a forgery, in other words, a fraudulent transfer." My lawyer spoke to shut Paul up once and for all, leaving him dumbfounded. "Take the prisoner away." The officers made Paul walk, and they had only taken a couple of steps when he seemed to react and looked at us with pure hatred in his eyes as he resisted being dragged out.

"This won't be the end of it! Do you think you got away with it? You will pay dearly for this!" Paul's screams could be easily heard throughout the building, but I didn't care.

Let everyone finally know the kind of criminal that was in the company.

"Is that a threat?" Alexander asked me in disbelief by my side, as a moment ago they told him that anything he said would be used against him in court.

"Officers, I hold Mr. Paul Dubois and his mother responsible for anything that happens to us from now on. It is clear that he has openly threatened us." I added fuel to the fire, and not a word more was heard from that man with an evidently injured face, but his murderous gaze said it all.

Handcuffed and defeated, Paul was dragged away by the officers, leaving me with great relief in my chest for having permanently removed that man from our lives.

I couldn't believe it.

Alexander waited for the officers to disappear from our field of vision heading towards the elevator, to give me a comforting hug that confirmed this great accomplishment, but Abby's screams of joy were something else. "Goodbye forever, you scoundrel!" Abby ran to the door, where Vincent had been enjoying the show all this time, and threw herself into his arms to celebrate.

"I feel relieved, my wife and my son are safe." Alexander spoke relieved in my ear before planting a kiss on my cheek. Only then did I realize that Vincent should be with Tristan at Patrick's workshop, not here in the front row. "Vincent." I called him when I broke my embrace with Alex, and my cousin looked at me without letting go of Abby.

"Where did you leave my son?"

I could tell that nerves were starting to attack him with my question, and he cleared his throat as he let go of his girlfriend completely.

"I left him with Patrick. I'm sorry, I know we didn't agree on that and that I should take care of him while you faced Paul, but I felt the need to be present when I saw the officers. I'll go get him."

I looked at him with narrowed eyes and finally nodded my head, anyway, the danger was no longer close.

"Excuse me, Ms. Doinel. We will be attentive to the case and the arrest of Mrs. Dubois, however, it is convenient for us to meet in the next few days to coordinate everything related to the trial against the Dubois." My lawyer spoke when Vincent left, holding Abby's hand, heading to the design workshop and I paid full attention, as now came the most tedious part of all this.

I rubbed my burning neck and immediately thought about my parents. They were the ones who made all this possible, they already stopped Paul thanks to all their evidence, they should already be here.

"Yes. Please call me to arrange a meeting. Thank you very much for everything." I said goodbye to my lawyers who did a great job and breathed a sigh of relief when I was alone with Alexander in the president's office, my office.

This office that was my father's for so many years and now becomes mine after being in the wrong hands. I had to catch up on the state in which Paul left the company, and now that I was coming back to myself, I realized the challenge I had in leading two companies.

But I preferred that, rather than Paul continuing to abuse a power that never belonged to him, a power he wanted to take advantage of to get what he wanted at all costs.

What I didn't know was that my parents were one step ahead.