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Chapter 53: A Future

Chapter 53: A Future

An hour later, the sound of the office doors slamming open startled even Naomi outside.

"Where is he?" Elizabeth Winters’ voice boomed through the hallway.

Before Naomi could respond, the matriarch had already pushed past her and stormed into Stefan’s office like a hurricane, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor.

Stefan was seated behind his desk, calm and collected, as though he’d expected this.

Ruby stood beside him, eyes widening at the sight of Elizabeth’s flushed face and furious expression.

"What in heaven’s name have you done?" Elizabeth shouted, marching right up to Stefan’s desk and slamming her purse down. "How could you humiliate your uncle like that in front of the entire board? It’s all over the news! You had him dragged out of the building like a criminal!"

"Because he is one, mom," Stefan said coolly, not even flinching.

Elizabeth looked stunned. "Excuse me?"

"He stole from the company, Mother," Stefan said, voice firm but respectful. "For years. Millions. From employee benefit funds, from pension accounts. We have the documents. Verified. I didn’t accuse him—I proved it."

"I don’t care!" Elizabeth snapped, face flushed. "You don’t treat family like that. You could have handled it privately. He’s your uncle, Stefan. Your blood."

"I never told Richard to steal," Stefan said, standing slowly. "I never told him to forge signatures or siphon money through dummy accounts. He made those choices. And now he gets to live with the consequences."

Elizabeth’s eyes darted to Ruby, then back to Stefan. "You’re letting her fill your head—"

"What? This has nothing to do with Ivy and you know it," Stefan interrupted sharply. "This is business. Company business. And I’m the one who has to clean up the mess Richard left behind."

"You’re making a mistake," Elizabeth warned. "You need to release him—talk to the lawyers, drop the charges. Do it quietly before the media turns it into a scandal."

Stefan’s jaw tightened. "No. He doesn’t get to walk away from this like nothing happened. If I let him go, what message does that send to every employee, every shareholder, every partner who trusted us?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but Stefan cut her off again.

"I love you, Mother. But this is where I draw the line." There was a silence—icy, thick, and final.

Elizabeth stared at her son for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she picked up her purse and turned on her heel.

"I hope you can live with yourself," she said coldly before marching out of the office, the door slamming shut behind her.

Stefan exhaled and sat back down, his fingers resting on the edge of the desk. Ruby slowly moved to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

He nodded once. "She’ll come around. She always does."

Ruby didn’t press further. She knew the weight of going against one’s family—even when it was the right thing. Stefan had always carried that weight in silence, but now she was here, standing beside him.

Because of their success in putting Richard’s case behind them, Stefan had suggested they eat out and open a bottle of champagne to celebrate it.

The restaurant was elegant, tucked into a quiet corner of Zeden. Soft jazz played in the background, and a candle flickered gently between Stefan and Ruby’s plates. fr.e ewe.bno.vel .com

They sat in a private booth, champagne glasses half full, untouched dessert between them.

Ruby leaned closer, her smile soft and teasing. "So... Mr. Winters slayer of corrupt uncles, conqueror of boardrooms, and destroyer of scandals... how does it feel?"

Stefan chuckled, one arm draped across the back of her seat. "Exhausting."

She laughed, resting her head briefly against his shoulder. "You deserve a proper celebration."

He turned slightly, brushing a hand against her cheek. "This is all the celebration I need."

Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that made the outside world fade away.

Just as they pulled apart, Ruby’s phone buzzed on the table.

She glanced at the screen and brightened instantly. "It’s Ray!"

Stefan smiled faintly. "Oh, I see. You should answer it."

Ruby swiped to accept. "Hey! You’re calling late—everything okay?" she said, wondering if she had received help or not yet.

Rayna’s voice came through the speaker, filled with excitement and disbelief. "Ruby! You will not believe this—the people withdrew the case! Just like that! It’s gone. It’s like... like some kind of miracle!"

Ruby’s jaw dropped as she glanced at Stefan wondering what method Ethan must’ve used. "Wait, seriously?"

"Yes! The lawyers called and said the complainants dropped it with no reason given. They even offered a written apology! Can you believe that?"

Ruby burst into laughter, her gaze still fixated on Stefan. "Well... I may have told Stefan. And he may have asked a certain very influential best friend of his to help out."

On the other end, Rayna squealed. "You’re kidding me! Ruby Winters! You sneaky little—oh my God! Please thank him. Both of them! I can’t even—this means everything."

"Breathe, Ray," Ruby said, laughing as she placed the phone on speaker for Stefan’s benefit. "And yes, I’ll thank them properly for you."

"Do more than thank them! Name your firstborn after them! Tell them I said I owe them big time!"

Stefan listened to her and a quiet chuckle escaped his lips even as he sipped from his champagne.

"Love you, Ray," Ruby said warmly before ending the call so that Rayna wouldn’t say something Stefan wasn’t supposed to hear, yet.

She turned back to Stefan, eyes glistening. "You really didn’t have to do that... but thank you."

He reached across the table, gently taking her hand. "You needed to be happy and it’s my duty as your husband to make you happy."

Ruby squeezed his hand. "Still... it means so much."

Their fingers intertwined, the soft clinking of glasses and low music surrounding them as the night settled into a warm, well-earned peace.

For the first time in a long while, Ruby felt the storm finally quiet inside her.

And in Stefan’s presence, she found more than comfort—she found a future.