They Broke Me, So I Took Everything Back

Cyril's POV

Shirley watched me unlock my phone, her eyes flickering with mixed emotions. Her lips parted as if to say something, but the next second, she snatched the phone from my hand again, frantically scrolling through it, desperate to find proof of my so-called betrayal.

When she stumbled upon a selfie of me and my sister, her face twisted with rage. “Cyril, you really are something else! The evidence is right here. What do you have to say now?”

“I told you, she’s my sister! Give me my phone back!”

I struggled to reclaim it, and anger started boiling inside me. “This is robbery. You’re also spreading lies and invading my privacy!”

To my surprise, she raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face, the sting burning deep into my skin. Before I could react, she hurled my phone to the ground, causing the screen to shatter into pieces.

Clutching my throbbing cheek, I lunged toward her, but the security guards grabbed me and pinned my arms behind my back.

Fueled by my resistance, Shirley's voice dripped with venom. “Don’t act so innocent, Cyril. You think your past successes weren’t because you groveled at those women’s feet? Spare me the excuses. Don’t tell me you slept around for my sake. That’s disgusting.”

I looked at her, disbelief and pain tightening my throat. “Do you really have to humiliate me like this?”

She let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Humiliate you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

Her accusations stung more than the slap. I clenched my jaw, swallowing the pain. “Fine. Since you refuse to listen, let’s call the police. We’ll see who’s really lying.”

“Call the police?” She sneered. “Do you honestly think you stand a chance? You might not care about your reputation, but I do.”

She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. “You know what? I’m glad we never got married. If ever, you would’ve been the greatest embarrassment of my life.”

My gaze dropped to my shattered phone, rage simmering beneath my skin. “Shirley, if you dare treat me like this, don’t expect your precious company to make it past tomorrow.”

Hearing my words, laughter erupted around me.

“Cyril, have you lost your mind?” Digby doubled over, clutching his stomach. “What makes you think you have that kind of power?”

Shirley scoffed. “You really think you can stop my company from going public? Who do you think you are, some rich heir from Washington?”

I straightened up, locking eyes with her. “Actually, yes. I'm a rich heir from Washington. And the woman in those pictures? That’s my sister, Tiffany Martin.”

However, the laughter only grew louder.

“Cyril, are you serious?” Manager Simon smacked the table, tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “If you’re a Washington elite, then I'm the CEO of Martin's Corporation, Orson Martin.”

“Exactly!” someone chimed in. “If he’s some bigshot, we’ll eat shit!”

I stared at them coldly, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Orson Martin is my father, not a fool like you. You don't believe it? Well, that makes sense, with the garbage coming out of your mouths, it wouldn’t surprise me if you already had shit for breakfast.”

That struck a nerve.

“Believe what?” someone spat. “That you whored your way to the top?”

The room roared with laughter, the humiliation cutting deeper than any slap. Shirley shook her head, a mixture of pity and disdain curling her lips. “Cyril, get out. Don’t dirty my floor with your presence, and don’t you dare claim we ever had anything to do with each other.”

Hearing her dismissive tone, I clenched my fists so tight that my nails bit into my palms. The fire in my chest burned hotter with every second, but I held it back. Not now. Not yet.

“Fine. I’ll go. But remember this — the humiliation you showed me today? I’ll make sure you pay for it. Twice over."

Cyril's POV

But then, my words only got another round of laughter.

"Pay you back double?" Digby scoffed, wrapping an arm around Shirley as tears of laughter filled his eyes. "Cyril, have you been binge-watching too many dramas? What do you think you are — the main character with plot armor?"

Shirley waved her hand dismissively as if shooing off a beggar. "Alright, enough with the pity act. Just get out already. Don’t ruin our celebration."

For one last time, I glanced at her before turning and walking away. The mocking jeers and insults followed me out of the banquet hall, but I couldn’t care less anymore.

After leaving, I bought a new phone and dialed a familiar number. "Before the company goes public tomorrow, I want Shirley left with nothing."

There was a pause on the other end before a deep voice replied, "Understood, sir."

I ended the call and looked up at the night sky, a cold smirk curling at the corner of my lips. Shirley, you think you’ve won? Too bad the game has only just begun. You showed me no mercy. Don’t expect any from me.