HIS FIANCÉE SHOVED THE MAID'S TODDLER OFF THE PIANO BENCH — ONE LOOK AT THE CHILD'S EYES ENDED THE WEDDING BEFORE IT BEGAN

The CPS visit was brief, tense, and ultimately humiliating for the social worker, who quickly realized she had been weaponized by a billionaire’s vendetta. She found a healthy, happy three-year-old living in a palace, with two fiercely protective parents. But the message was clear: the Greers were willing to play dirty, and they would target Marisol’s maternal fitness to break Daniel.

That evening, the Ashworth estate was a war room. Daniel had his top litigators and PR executives gathered in the formal dining room.

"We need to control the narrative, Daniel," said Harrison, his lead PR director. "Right now, she looks like a gold-digger. We need an interview. We need to frame it as a tragic misunderstanding, a lost love reunited."

"I am not parading Marisol in front of the cameras like a prop," Daniel snarled, leaning over the mahogany table.

Marisol, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly stood up. "Actually, Harrison is right."

Daniel turned to her, shocked. "Marisol, no. I won't let them tear you apart."

"I am not a victim, Daniel," she said, her voice steady and commanding. She walked to the table, looking every bit the brilliant engineer she was. "Fiona is attacking my character because she thinks I’m weak. She thinks because I cleaned floors, I don't know how to fight. But I know Arthur Greer's portfolio. I used to study his structural blueprints in grad school because they were textbook examples of cutting corners."

Daniel stared at her, mesmerized. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Marisol smiled coldly, "we don't just fight the PR war. We fight the corporate one. Give me access to the engineering reports for Greer's new coastal resort in Miami. The one you’re funding. I guarantee you he’s violating safety codes to save money. If we prove it, you can legally pull your funding without penalty, and the SEC will destroy him."