The Millionaire Faked an Accident to Test His Fiancée and Twins — Then the Maid Did the Unthinkable

Power of attorney.

Control of key holdings.

Access to offshore accounts.

Authority over medical decisions.

A legal cage built with gold bars.

The notary glanced at Marcus, hesitating. “Mr. Hail, do you understand what you’re signing today?”

Cassandra leaned in, sweetening her voice. “He’s… struggling. The doctors said—”

Marcus’s fingers twitched beneath the sheet.

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The notary waited.

Marcus turned his head slightly, eyes opening enough to find Naomi. She met his gaze without flinching.

Marcus took a slow breath.

Then he whispered, just loud enough.

“Water.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes as if the request was a nuisance. She lifted the glass from the bedside table, but her expression sharpened with that same cruel amusement from the night before.

“You want it?” she murmured. “Then take it.”

And she tipped the glass, letting water spill across Marcus’s bandages.

The notary gasped. “Mrs. Hail—”

Cassandra smiled. “He can’t feel it. It’s fine.”

The twins made small, frightened sounds.

Naomi moved instantly, grabbing a towel and drying Marcus’s chest. Her hands were steady, but her eyes flashed with something like warning.

Cassandra’s face hardened. “Don’t touch him,” she hissed.

Naomi didn’t look at her. She focused on Marcus, her towel moving carefully, gently, like she was rescuing a flame from the wind.

The notary stepped back. “I’m not comfortable proceeding if there’s coercion or mistreatment.”

Cassandra’s smile tightened. “Mistreatment? Don’t be dramatic.”

Then Cassandra did something that wasn’t meant for cameras.

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