The helicopter lifted into the sky, blades slicing the warm coastal air, the shoreline shrinking beneath them. The ocean stretched endlessly, a flawless turquoise canvas broken only by faint ripples. The wife marveled at the view, hand resting on her rounded belly, laughing softly at something he said. To anyone watching, they were perfect—wealthy, successful, glowing with expectation.
No one knew the truth.
She was a billionaire, heir to a tech empire spanning continents. Every company, account, and asset was hers. Publicly, he smiled beside her, praising her brilliance. Privately, he seethed, consumed by greed. When she became pregnant, he realized the child—not him—would inherit everything.
By the time the helicopter rose over open water, he had rehearsed his story: an accident, a grieving husband, a lost unborn child.
“Come here,” he said, voice calm over the rotors, pointing toward the open side door. She trusted him—and that trust nearly cost her life.
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