"CHAPTER 22: THE TYCOON'S RECKONING | "Our Love is the Ultimate Hostile Takeover""**
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Sophia's wedding dress was worth more than my remaining shares—**$2.3 million in blood-stained Vera Wang**. She smiled as the SEC agents cuffed me at the altar, her Cartier nail tapping the arrest warrant with my forged signature.
*"Darling,"* she whispered, adjusting my tie like a noose, *"did you really think I'd let you bankrupt my company twice?"*
The notification on my smart cufflinks blinked:
`[SOPHIA'S ULTIMATUM]`
`1. CONFESS TO EMBEZZLEMENT → KEEP YOUR PASSPORT`
`2. FIGHT THE CHARGES → LOSE THE BLACK BOX FOOTAGE`
`3. [REDACTED: 300 POWER STONES TO UNLOCK]`
I headbutted the agent and grabbed the champagne flute. **"Option four."**
*(3 arrest attempts, 1 leaked honeymoon video, and the first glimpse of her pregnancy bump under the veil)*
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The safehouse TV played **the real footage** from that night:
- **Frame 1**: My father handing Sophia a check for **$10 million**
- **Frame 2**: Her burning it over our **stillborn son's crib**
- **Frame 3**: Me signing the **memory-wipe consent form**
Sophia's laugh cut through the gunfire as her mercenaries breached the doors. *"You erased the wrong memory, Li Wei."* She threw a USB at my chest. *"Our son's heartbeat is in there."*
The System alert flashed:
`[DNA MATCH CONFIRMED]`
`PATERNITY: 99.9% (DECEASED INFANT MALE)`
`MATERNAL TRAUMA: [REDACTED]`
I shot the nearest screen. The glass rained down like **NYSE tickers on Black Monday**.
*(5 gut-wrenching reveals, 2 high-speed chases in bulletproof limos, and 1 elevator fight where we conceived our second child)*
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We robbed **our own wedding vault** wearing:
- Her: The original **$500 wedding dress** from our poverty days
- Me: A Rolex rigged with **stock market malware**
The System offered final choices:
`[ ] TRANSFER ALL SHARES → HOLD YOUR SON AGAIN`
`[ ] DELETE HER MEMORIES → RESTART THE GAME`
`[ ] KISS HER → TRIGGER 'OPERATION PHOENIX'`
Sophia pressed the **antique wedding dagger** to my throat. *"Choose like your heart still works."*
I licked the blade. **"I did. It's yours."**
*(3 financial traps sprung, 1 violent reconciliation, and the vault explosion that birthed a new empire)*
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We watched the sunrise from **the ruins of Li Tower**, now surrounded by:
- Her lawyers drafting **a postnup with blood clauses**
- My hackers erasing **the stillborn's hospital records**
- Our newborn daughter's **first stock portfolio**
Sophia's last whisper as the markets opened:
*"Next time you betray me... make sure I stay dead."*