My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 278: Burn the World

Chapter 278: Burn the World

Greg held Cammy’s gaze—longer this time, deeper. There was no hiding in his eyes now. Only vulnerability... and a silent promise.

He finally gave a small, solemn nod, then turned his head toward Felicity.

"If you want to talk..." his voice was low, steady, "...then talk here. With my wife."

The weight of the word wife hung in the air, thick with both pride and defiance.

But Felicity didn’t respond with shock or hesitation.

Instead, she smiled—truly smiled. Her eyes shimmered with emotion as she brought both hands to her chest, right above her heart, and whispered, "As you wish."

She looked at Cammy tenderly. "She was like a daughter to me long before I ever dreamed of this day. And now, she really is."

Cammy’s heart swelled. She blinked fast, overwhelmed by the moment, and gently interjected, "Greg, I think you both should sit... I’ll listen from here."

They obeyed. Greg took the chair beside Cammy’s bed while Felicity sat across from him, her back straight, her hands trembling just slightly on her lap.

The silence that followed felt electric. And then—Felicity spoke.

"My husband—Ric’s uncle—he knows everything. About me. About you, Greg. About what happened in the past. And once he learned about your involvement with Cammy... we started digging."

Greg narrowed his eyes, bracing himself. Felicity continued.

"We discovered something... something dangerous. Duncan paid off the judge who oversaw the divorce case. That’s why the entire thing was rigged from the start."

Greg’s hands clenched into fists. Cammy’s breathing hitched, but she remained silent, focused.

"But this judge isn’t just some pawn," Felicity added. "He’s wealthy. Powerful. Protected. He owns several businesses—and guess who one of his biggest investors is?"

She looked Greg directly in the eye. "Your father."

Greg stiffened, understanding instantly where this was going.

"Pulling Richard’s investment won’t be enough," Felicity said grimly. "The judge has a network of silent partners—deep-pocketed allies who keep his empire afloat. You and your father need to convince those people to abandon him. To hit him where it truly hurts."

She leaned forward now, voice sharp with intensity.

"A man like him... he could survive losing his position at court. But not his business. Not his wealth. That’s where his real power lies. If Richard truly wants to redeem himself—if he really cares about you, about Cammy—he needs to do this."

Greg’s jaw was tight, a storm of rage and thought whirling behind his eyes.

Cammy reached out and squeezed his hand.

"You’re not alone in this," she said gently. "None of us are."

Felicity nodded solemnly. "We don’t have much time. Once Duncan catches wind of this, he’ll strike first. So whatever you do... do it fast."

"B-But Felicity... the trial is over," Cammy’s voice trembled as she spoke, her brow furrowing with confusion and worry. "The verdict’s already been made. What good would a confession do now? There’s substantial evidence against—"

"Cammy, stop," Greg said firmly, cutting her off mid-sentence. His hand gently but decisively rested over hers, his eyes locking with hers, filled with urgency and something deeper—rage barely restrained. "You don’t have to justify yourself. You don’t see it yet... but we do."

Cammy’s lips parted, confused.

Greg turned to Felicity and inhaled sharply before facing forward again.

"Grace and I... we’ve started connecting the dots," he said darkly, his tone heavy with revelation. "We believe none of the evidence brought against you was ever real. None of it."

A cold silence fell across the room. Felicity’s eyes narrowed with conviction.

"Duncan bribing the judge was just the tip of the iceberg," Greg continued. His voice was rising now, filled with fire. "Monica faked the DNA test results—we’re almost certain. And if they were willing to do that, who’s to say they didn’t threaten the psychiatrist, pay off the house staff, force testimonies under duress? Hell, even the medical records could’ve been doctored!"

Cammy looked stunned, her chest heaving. Her mouth moved to speak but no sound came out.

"If that judge confesses," Greg said, his voice turning sharp and unforgiving, "not only does it blow Duncan’s defense to pieces—it exposes a conspiracy. A full-blown, calculated takedown of your character, your rights as a mother, and your freedom."

He leaned closer, almost shaking with the weight of it all. "Every accusation against you will collapse like a house of cards. Even the current kidnapping charge—gone. Because Duncan only had custody of Dylan because of lies, bribery, and fraud. He stole your child, Cammy. Legally. And now, we steal everything back."

Felicity nodded in grim agreement, her expression hardened with resolve.

Cammy’s hands trembled in Greg’s grasp. Her eyes welled with tears—but this time, not just from pain or sorrow.

Hope was flickering.

Faint, fragile, but growing.

"We’re going to bring them all down," Greg whispered. "Every last one of them."

**********

After Greg finally decided to talk to his father, he stormed down the hallway with Felicity trailing behind him, both of them moving with urgency and quiet fury.

The hospital floor echoed with their footsteps as they made their way to Richard Cross’s private suite.

Greg didn’t bother knocking.

He pushed the door open, startling Richard, who sat upright in bed reading a report. Aarya stood beside him, adjusting his IV drip, but froze the moment they entered.

"Let’s talk again. Calmly, this time. Shall we?" Greg said.

"Aarya, leave us," Richard said coldly, never taking his eyes off his son.

Aarya hesitated, looking nervously at Greg and then at Felicity, who stood tall and unflinching beside him. With a reluctant nod, she exited the room, closing the door gently behind her.

The tension inside the room coiled tighter than a wire about to snap.

Greg stepped forward, stopping at the foot of the bed, his voice low but heavy with desperation. "I need your help, Dad. We need your influence—your power—to bring Duncan down. Cammy’s name must be cleared. Her child must be returned. You can make it happen."

Richard scoffed, tossing the papers aside. "You’re asking me to save a woman whose very bloodline disgraced mine. A descendent of Monica does not belong in the Cross family. I will not—"

"And I’ve had enough of your damn legacy bullshit!" Felicity cut in, stepping beside Greg with fire burning in her voice.

"You talk about bloodlines like they’re some sacred inheritance. But let me ask you this—what kind of mother treats her own child like a rabid animal? Discards her like she’s nothing? Cuts her down until there’s nothing left?

The way Monica treated Cammy and how she toyed with her emotions, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re not related at all! If she can mess her mind and feelings like how she faked the DNA test, I am sure at this point that she could do anything."

Richard’s lips parted but no words came.

"A real mother doesn’t do that. Monica never protected Cammy. She tried to destroy her." Felicity’s voice trembled, and her eyes shone with restrained rage. "With all the lies, the manipulation, the abuse—I wouldn’t be surprised if Cammy’s not even her daughter at all."

Those words struck the room like lightning.

Richard’s expression shattered. His mouth opened, stunned, breath caught in his throat. Greg’s face blanched. He turned toward Felicity with eyes wide in shock.

"What... what did you just say?" Richard asked, his voice hoarse, eyes narrowing with urgency.

"You heard me," Felicity said firmly. "And it’s time you start asking the right questions, Richard."

Without warning, Richard slammed the call button at his bedside.

The door burst open, and his bodyguard stepped in immediately.

"Call my lawyer. Now!" Richard barked.

"Get him here within the hour, I don’t care how. Tell him I need him to do a maternal DNA test for Cammy and Monica, and I want a full background check on that bitch. Start digging through that woman’s history. Everything—birth records, adoptions, sealed files—everything!"

The guard nodded and rushed out.

Greg watched, bewildered, unsure whether to feel victorious or horrified.

Then, Richard turned to him, breathing heavily, face red with emotion.

"I will help you take Duncan down," he said slowly, deliberately. "I’ll put the full weight of my empire behind you—every favor, every connection. But on one condition."

Greg’s jaw clenched. "What condition?"

Richard leaned forward, eyes gleaming with the sharpness of a viper ready to strike.

"Merge your company with Cross Holdings. End this petty separation of power. You become the new Chairman—and unify the legacy under your name."

Greg froze, blindsided.

Felicity narrowed her eyes. "You’re bargaining with your son’s pain?"

"No," Richard growled. "I’m securing the future—his and hers. You want power to protect the people you love, Gregory? Take the crown and wield it. But I won’t build an empire for you only to watch it crumble again over pride or sentiment."

The air pulsed with tension as Greg processed the impossible weight of what his father had just said.

He looked to Felicity, who stared at him silently, then at the door—where beyond it, Cammy lay waiting, still healing, still fragile... but still fighting.

And Greg? He was ready to burn the world for her.