The Disgraced Teacher's Ruthless Return

Gavin

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Ten years ago, Cameron Vinson destroyed my Wall Street career to build his empire, leaving me a disgraced schoolteacher. Now, he was back, paying for my father' s life-saving surgery to play the benevolent hero. But his fiancée, jealous of his attention, decided to reveal the truth to my father on his deathbed, killing him instantly with the shock. "Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!" Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him. Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes. Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one. They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate. They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up. But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past. "I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?" I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse. I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes." The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun.

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Chapter 10

12-11 10:34

Chapter 1

"Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!"

Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him.

Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes.

Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one.

They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate.

They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up.

But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past.

"I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?"

I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse.

I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes."

The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun.

Chapter 1

Emilia POV:

Ten years ago, they carved my name into the Wall Street firmament, a prodigy in quantitative analysis. Then, they carved it into a different kind of headline: "Sex Scandal rocks finance world, brilliant analyst caught in corporate espionage."

Now, they call me Ms. Todd, the high school math teacher in a town so quiet, the biggest scandal is usually a misplaced garden gnome.

I adjusted the cheap cardigan over my thrifted dress. The fabric felt rough against my skin, a constant reminder of the life I now lived, a stark contrast to the silk blouses and tailored suits of my past. Dignity, I told myself, was an internal garment, one they couldn't strip away. But sometimes, when the light hit just right, I could still see the phantom stains of public shame clinging to me.

My father, Gilbert, was the only one who truly understood. He' d lost his own pension and reputation, collateral damage in the war waged against me. His ailing health was my constant ache, a dull throb beneath the surface of my carefully constructed calm.

The annual upstate New York charity gala was a local affair, mostly old money trying to look philanthropic. I was there because Mrs. Henderson, our principal, had insisted on "teacher representation." I' d rather be grading calculus papers.

The air in the ballroom was thick with polite chatter and the clinking of champagne flutes. I nursed a glass of lukewarm ginger ale, feeling utterly out of place. This wasn't my world anymore, and I' d made peace with that. Or so I thought.

Then, the murmurs rippled through the crowd. A hush fell, then a crescendo of excited whispers.

"Is that... Cameron Vinson?"

My ginger ale glass slipped in my damp palm. My heart, a muscle I usually kept under strict control, hammered against my ribs.

I turned slowly, as if against my will.

And there he was.

Cameron Vinson. Older, yes, but impossibly more polished. His dark suit was a second skin, draped over a physique that spoke of private gyms and disciplined mornings. His hair, once tousled in a boyish way, was now expertly styled, framing a face that had matured into ruthless handsomeness. The smirk, the one that used to charm me off my feet, was now a predatory curve of his lips.

He was a titan now, a billionaire industry leader, his name synonymous with power and success. A decade had erased any trace of the ambitious young man I once knew, replacing it with something harder, colder, infinitely more dangerous.

He moved through the crowd like a king among commoners, a wake of fawning admirers in his path. Every handshake was a calculated gesture, every smile a strategic weapon. He exuded an aura of untouchable influence, the kind that made people eager to bask in his reflected glory, even if it meant sacrificing their own.

His future, I knew, was a glittering, endless expanse of power. Empires would rise and fall at his command. He was the architect of his own destiny, and mine, too, it seemed. My mundane existence, with its faded dresses and endless stacks of homework, felt like a cruel joke in comparison.

A bitter laugh escaped me, but it was lost in the din. What was he doing here? Why now? His presence was a grotesque invasion, a ghost from a past I had painstakingly buried. My carefully constructed peace shattered around me, leaving sharp shards of resentment and fury.

He was oblivious, of course. Or he pretended to be. Cameron had always been a master of selective blindness, especially when it came to the pain he inflicted. He wouldn't acknowledge the wreckage he left behind, not when he was too busy building his gilded towers.

I pulled my cardigan tighter, wishing it could make me invisible. He didn't know I was here. He couldn't. I had shed my old identity like a snake shedding its skin, leaving behind only the barest bones of Emilia Todd, the disgraced analyst. Now, I was just Ms. Todd, the math teacher.

But the past, I was learning, was a relentless hunter. It always found you.