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Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 824    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

The final pitch for my startup, Legacy AI. Five years of my life, squeezed into a thirty-minute pre

tor, gave me an encouraging nod. He was old

he said, his voice a low rumble. "If it' s anything like what

ing against my ribs. "I

n it buzzed again, and again. A flood of notifications. Emily Chen, m

d, her voice strained.

a press release from Johnson Dynamics, Mark Johnson

nt Infringement Lawsuit Again

d my technology, the core of my life' s work, was a direct violation of new patents his comp

out. The same firm where he had been my f

, the warmth gone from his e

o well. Mark. I stared at the screen, a cold dread washing ove

We were in our old apartment, the one we' d picked out together. I had

old him, my voice full of excitement. "He was building a predic

was already a junior executive at a rival firm

tone dismissive. "That research is a dead end. It' s not commercially viabl

true artificial intelligence! This is what we al

closing his laptop. "I dream of building an

r' s legacy-our legacy-as a distraction. His ambition, his new corporate world, had become the m

is tone, the way he always did. The manip

ing his arms around me. "It' s just bus

was gone, leaving me standing alone with my father' s notebooks. It

im see the potential, the beaut

id, his voice turning cold. "You can' t let sentimen

ding a real future. He walked out that night, and a week later, he broke our engagement. T

Hayes was looking at me, waiting for an answer. The other investors were whispering, their f

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“Five years I poured into Legacy AI, a tribute to my late father, David Miller, and his last research notes. The final pitch, my moment of truth with lead investor Mr. Hayes, was here in the boardroom. Then, a press release from Johnson Dynamics, my ex-fiancé Mark Johnson's company, slammed me: an intellectual property lawsuit, claiming his newly secured patents covered my life' s work. His company had conveniently acquired my father's old firm, where we all began. Mark, once my father's star mentee and my own mentor, then fiancé, painted my father as erratic and my work obsolete. He fed the media a narrative of my instability, isolating me before I could even speak. "It' s unfortunate that Ms. Miller, a talented engineer I once mentored, chose this path. We believe she was misled by her late father' s incomplete and often erratic research." He had reduced our shared dreams, our bond, to nothing more than a calculated business move, a strategic step in his relentless climb to power. He saw my father's legacy, our legacy, not as something to build upon, but as a distraction, a tool for his ambition. The betrayal was public, humiliating. Mr. Hayes' warmth vanished, investors whispered, and the opportunity vanished. Mark had destroyed everything. But the cold dread morphed into a steel resolution. He thought he' d won, that I' d crumble. He had underestimated me, and, more importantly, he had underestimated my father. The fight wasn't over; it had just begun, and the answer lay hidden in my father's last, unsorted box of research.”
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