He Chose Her, I Took Back Everything Chapter 10

He Chose Her, I Took Back Everything Chapter 10

Helena’s POV

I pulled out my phone and played him the recording, Chloe and her friend, every word.

By the time it ended, Caleb couldn’t speak.

“This can’t be real… She wrecked the cars on purpose? She was playing me this whole time?”

His face was ashen, his Alpha scent scattered and chaotic.

“I was wrong. I was so stupid. That bitch played me. She played both of us!”

“You deserve it.”

I didn’t soften.

“You should be thanking her, actually. She still had enough feelings for you that she tried to stop you. One

tap of the gas, and you’d be dead right now.”

Caleb’s face lost what little color it had left. The fear finally caught up to him.

I put my phone away.

“You haven’t told your family to move out yet, have you? Doesn’t matter. I’ve already had them removed.”

By the time I got back to the estate, every trace of the Reed family had been cleared out.

Vanessa and Caleb’s parents were at the gates, raising hell. They rushed at me the second I stepped out. The

Voss enforcers closed ranks, forming a wall between us. Not one of them got within arm’s reach.

I didn’t raise my voice.

“Load everything onto the truck and haul it out. Then escort them off Voss property. I don’t want to see any

of them again.”

My people moved fast. Luggage, clothes, shopping bags, everything the Reeds owned got loaded onto the

truck.

The whole time, the Reeds kept cursing, screaming profanities at us.

I frowned.

Two enforcers stepped forward, their Alpha pressure falling over them like a hammer.

“Tell them, if they show up on Voss property again, they go straight to the Council Enforcers. No warnings.”

The cursing stopped dead. It finally hit them. They didn’t run anything here.

I watched the Reeds slink away. For the first time in weeks, something loosened in my chest.

Inside, the Voss Omegas had already scrubbed the place clean. Not a trace of the Reeds left. Not a

belonging, not a stray scent. Even the unwanted rogue scents had been purged from the air.

I poured myself a glass of vintage red and took a slow sip.

Next up, Caleb’s company.

When Caleb launched Reed Group, I bankrolled the whole thing, registered capital, seed funding, every cent.

He held me and swore: “Babe, when this company takes off, I’ll pay you back every cent. I’ll give you shares. Dividends. I won’t let your investment go to waste. I promise.”

The company took off. And the shares? The dividends? He never delivered. He didn’t even pay back the seed

money.

I didn’t even want the money anymore. But what the Reeds were holding didn’t belong to them, and they didn’t

deserve to keep it.

I called my assistant.

“Tell the Voss Pack Bank project lead to terminate every credit line and investment tied to Reed Group.

Effective immediately. Then flag the financial irregularities to the audit department, and file everything with

the Pack Council’s Financial Bureau and the Financial Crimes Unit. I want a full investigation into Caleb’s

misuse of Pack funds.”

Every project Reed Group was running was tethered to the Voss Pack Bank credit line. The moment Voss

pulled its backing, every other lender triggered cross-default. The IPO, weeks away from review, was

suspended.

Reed Group’s cash flow collapsed overnight. Every project in motion ground to a halt.

While Caleb was scrambling, begging investors, chasing loans, putting out fires in every direction, the

auditors and Council financial investigators showed up at his door.

Three days. That was all it took. The company Caleb had spent three years building was gone.

Caleb was under investigation for embezzling Pack funds. His board seat was revoked. The Council’s

Financial Crimes Unit opened a formal case, long-term misuse of Pack funds.

The debt crushed him.

The Reeds had never known anything but luxury. Dropping from the estate to a cramped rental in the suburbs broke them. The whole family packed into one run-down apartment, barely scraping together meals.

Caleb’s parents got sick, one after the other. Vanessa wouldn’t stop complaining about how far they’d fallen,

and the fights with Caleb never ended.

The Pack Tribunal moved fast on Chloe’s case. Intentional property damage. Financial fraud. Attempted murder. Multiple charges, concurrent sentencing. Twenty years.

The best years of her life would be spent behind the Pack prison.

Caleb showed up at the estate again and again, begging to see me. I turned him away every time.

Once, he waited at the gates for twenty-four hours straight, his Alpha pride completely broken. I didn’t open the door.

After that, he stopped coming. He sent a letter instead.

I opened it. His handwriting was still elegant, even now. Just two lines.

[Helena. I am sorry.]