Five Years Up I Reveal I'm The Richest He Kneels And Begs novel Chapter 22

After more than a month in intensive care and weeks of grueling rehabilitation, Adrian was finally discharged from the hospital.

His life had been spared, but not without a price. The damage to his spine left him unable to stand as tall as before–his gait carried a faint, almost unnoticeable limp. Across his back, burn scars etched a permanent reminder of that explosion, a brutal testament to the moment everything changed.

Yet none of the physical wounds compared to the desolate emptiness hollowing his heart.

That brush with death had been a brutal baptism, washing away the last fragments of arrogance

and denial.

He finally, painfully understood a truth he had resisted for far too long–the damage he had inflicted on Sienna ran too deep to ever heal.

What he once called love had long since become a burden to her, something suffocating and vile,

something she would forever recoil from.

One gray afternoon, he sat alone in his vast, echoing mansion, a newspaper trembling in his

hands.

The front page bore a full–color photo of Sienna standing beside Alexander de Villiers, heir to an

ancient European financial dynasty, at the opening of an international tech summit.

She wore a flame–red tailored suit, poised and radiant, her confidence almost blinding. Alexander

stood next to her–elegant, composed, every inch her equal. Together, they looked untouchable, like a king and queen sharing the same throne.

The paper slipped from Adrian’s hands. He stared out the window at the bleak sky.

Tears welled in his eyes, hot and bitter as they ran down his pale face. Then, suddenly, he laughed

-quiet at first, then louder, rising into a hoarse, broken cackle that bordered on madness.

He laughed until the sound cracked, then broke into tears again. Laughing, crying, spiraling into

chaos.

A man unmade.

He wept for his jealousy and obsession, for the treasure he had destroyed, for the absurdity of his

ruin.

The next morning, Prescott Enterprises convened an emergency board meeting.

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Executives filled the room, tense and silent, waiting to hear how their CEO now returned from the brink of death–planned to save their collapsing empire.

But when Adrian walked in, everyone was shocked.

He was dressed simply in a black suit. His face was pale, his frame thinner. The commanding presence he’d once carried—the sharp, intimidating power–was gone. In its place was something quieter. He looked calm. Empty. Finished.

He didn’t open a single report, didn’t ask about the numbers or the rescue plans. Instead, in a low but steady voice, he announced two decisions that left the entire board stunned.

First–effective immediately, he was resigning as CEO of Prescott Enterprises and relinquishing all management duties.

Second–he had signed legal documents to liquidate his personal assets.

The majority would be anonymously donated to charitable foundations, and the remainder would establish a permanent trust under the name Sienna Sloane, dedicated to supporting education and healthcare for underprivileged women.

The boardroom fell into stunned silence before erupting into disbelief.

“Adrian, are you out of your mind?!”

“Mr. Prescott, please reconsider! The company needs you!”

“You’ll destroy everything your family built!”

He lifted his gaze slowly, barely registering the shocked and anxious faces around him. His eyes were dull but resolute. “I’ve already lost what was most precious to me. Everything else–money, power, prestige–it’s nothing but a burden now. Don’t waste your breath.”

Ignoring every plea, Adrian executed the transfer and signed away the empire that had once

defined him.

When it was done, he pushed the final stack of papers forward as though they burned his hands.

Then he rose, swaying slightly but refusing help, and walked out of the Prescott Tower–step by slow step–without ever looking back.

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