My Enemy's Daughter (Edited)

Chapter 59

Samuel's POV

I woke up this morning with Fiona resting peacefully beside me, her head tucked against my shoulder. My arm was around her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing. There was a comfort in her presence, a reminder that for all the chaos outside, here, in this bed, I had found peace. But today, I couldn't shake the heaviness in the air-it was judgment day for Jake Bruckner and his entire empire.

I slipped out of bed without waking her, the weight of the day already pressing on me. Today would mark the end of a battle I'd been preparing for ever since I learned the truth about Jake and what he did to my life. And Fiona... I knew she wanted to see him brought down just as much as I did, but there was something else in her-something different. While I was focused on retribution, she was thinking of redemption, for both of us. But revenge had been in my blood for too long. I wasn't going to stop now.

Later that morning, we sat in the dining room, the smell of breakfast wafting through the house. Fiona was unusually quiet, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. I could tell something was on her mind.

"I want to be the one to call him," she said suddenly, her eyes locking with mine.

"Fiona, you don't have to-"

"I know, but I want to," she insisted, her tone firm. "This is my fight too, Samuel. I need to face him."

I nodded, though my jaw tightened. I wasn't sure I was ready for her to speak to him, to be subjected to the venom Jake would undoubtedly spew. But I trusted her strength. She picked up her phone, dialing the number. As soon as the line connected, I could hear his voice through the speaker.

"Well, well," Jake's voice was dripping with arrogance, "the prodigal daughter returns. What do you want, Fiona?"

She glanced at me, her face unreadable. "We need to meet. I want to see you."

A harsh laugh echoed on the other end. "Tired of married life already, sweetheart? Running back to Daddy for help? What, did your rich husband finally realize you're more trouble than you're worth?"

I clenched my fists, wanting nothing more than to grab the phone and rip into him, but Fiona gave me a look that silently begged me to let her handle it. I exhaled slowly, letting her continue.

"I'm not calling for that," she replied, her voice steady. "I want to talk business."

"Business?" His voice sharpened. "You're finally ready to come back, huh? Well, you know the price. I've got some clients who need... special attention. You know how this works, Fiona. Do what you did before, and I'll consider letting you back in."

The implication behind his words made my stomach turn. The idea that he'd still try to use her like that, after everything he'd done, had my blood boiling. I could barely contain myself, but Fiona was composed. She didn't agree or disagree, just kept him talking until he finally agreed to meet us at the company.

Once the call ended, I couldn't hold back any longer. "That bastard-if he thinks for one second-"

"Samuel," she cut me off, her hand resting on mine. "We've got him where we want him. Don't let him get under your skin."

I took a deep breath, my rage simmering beneath the surface. "You're right. Let's get this done."

After breakfast, I made a few quick calls to the ten powerful partners tied to Jake's business. The board members who were in on the takeover agreed immediately, but a couple of others needed some convincing. By noon, everything was set. Jake would walk into his downfall without even realizing it.

Before we left the mansion, I called Lyle to make sure everything was in place. "Are we ready?"

"All set, boss," Lyle's voice was calm. "The police are on standby, and everything's been arranged. We're just waiting for you."