The storm broke in early October, just as the leaves turned fiery red.
It began with a phone call at 2 a.m.—Simon's private security lead.
"Mr. West, we've intercepted a vehicle tailing Ms. Zhao's car after yoga. Driver matches a known associate of Marcus Hale. We lost him in traffic, but he's escalating."
Simon's blood turned to ice. He woke the women immediately.
Nova was with the nanny in the secure guest suite—protocol they'd established months ago. The quartet gathered in the living room, faces grim under dim lights.
"This ends now," Simon said, voice steel. "We take him down. Legally. Completely."
Betty was already on her laptop. "I've been tracking Apex's shell companies. Marcus is laundering money through offshore accounts to fund private investigators—and worse."
Chunmei's eyes blazed. "He's targeting us because he can't beat you in the market. Coward."
Lily paced, fury radiating. "We have proof. The photos, the tails, the threats. We go to the authorities. Now."
Simon's intuition confirmed: no more defense. Offense.
Dawn brought action.
They met with their legal team—top-tier, discreet. Evidence compiled: the anonymous threats, security footage of tails, Betty's financial trails linking Marcus directly.
FBI got involved—cyberstalking across state lines, threats against a minor (Nova). Warrants issued.
Marcus, sensing the net closing, went nuclear.
A tabloid explosion: "Simon West's Secret Harem—Tech Billionaire's Twisted Poly Cult Exposed!"
Grainy photos—leaked from hacked security cams: the four of them intimate in the penthouse, Betty pregnant, Chunmei and Lily kissing Simon.
The internet erupted.
#WestCult trended. Trolls swarmed. Reporters camped outside.
The women faced it head-on.
Betty issued a financial statement—calm, factual, ignoring personal attacks.
Chunmei went live on social media: "We're a family. Consenting adults in love. Judge if you want—we're too busy building the future."
Lily designed a viral graphic: four silhouettes holding hands, Nova's tiny one in the middle. Caption: "Love comes in all forms. Ours is just bigger."
Simon's interview—prime time, major network: "My personal life is private. But I'll say this: I'm the luckiest man alive, loved by three incredible women who've given me a daughter. We harm no one. The real story is the man trying to destroy us because he lost fairly."
Public opinion shifted—backlash against the invasion of privacy, support for "love is love."
Marcus overplayed his hand.
FBI raided Apex offices. Found servers with hacked WestTech data, payment records to PIs, threatening emails traced to Marcus's IP.
Arrest warrants issued.
The showdown came on a rainy Friday.
Marcus, cornered, tried one last desperate move—showing up at the penthouse building, demanding to see Simon.
Security detained him in the lobby.
Simon went down—flanked by Lily, Betty, Chunmei. Nova safe upstairs.
Marcus looked broken—suit rumpled, eyes wild.
"You think you've won?" he spat. "I'll burn it all down."
Simon's voice was calm, lethal. "You already lost. The company. Your reputation. Your freedom."
Marcus lunged—security tackled him instantly.
As cuffs clicked, Marcus screamed threats.
But the women stood united—hands linked, unflinching.
Later, in the penthouse, adrenaline crashed.
They collapsed together—shaking, crying, laughing.
"It's over," Betty whispered.
Chunmei nodded. "He's done."
Lily pulled them close. "We won. Together."
Simon kissed each forehead. "My warriors."
That night, they reclaimed their space.
Slow, intense lovemaking—starting with all four on the massive bed, Simon inside Lily while she kissed Betty, Chunmei's strap in Betty from behind. Chain reactions of pleasure, tears of relief mixing with moans.
They rotated—Simon in Chunmei while Lily and Betty pleasured each other beside them, hands reaching across to touch.
Climax came in waves—emotional, physical. "I love you"s repeated like mantras.
After, wrapped in each other, Nova brought in by the nanny for morning cuddles.
The great showdown wasn't just against Marcus.
It was for their family.
And they'd won.
Marcus convicted—prison time, fines that bankrupted him.
WestTech soared higher—public support turned sympathy into loyalty.
The quartet emerged unbreakable.
Four adults.
One child.
One love.
Victorious.