Regina's POV I didn't sleep that night.Not because of fear. Not even because of anger. My mind was simply... awake.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Nicholas beside me, breathing softly in sleep. He had offered to do a press release. I told him not to.What was the point? People would believe whatever made them feel powerful. But I wasn't going to hide anymore either.The next morning, I got dressed with purpose. No soft neutrals. No delicate pastels. I wore a blood-red blouse, sharp black trousers, and heels that clicked like a countdown with every step.At the office, people looked and were whispering too. A junior staff member even flinched when I caught her staring.Good, Let them feel the heat.I walked into the boardroom and dropped my file on the table."We're starting now," I said, not waiting for the CEO to arrive.Eyes widened. Nobody argued.I led the meeting, hit every point, and by the time Nicholas joined fifteen minutes later, the room was already mine. He gave me
Regina's POVThey thought they had me cornered.That leaked video, the kiss with Nicholas...it was certainly their final move. Their desperate attempt to drag me through the mud one last time.It was everywhere. Social media, the News channels, even the morning shows.I knew now that I was done playing nice.I stood at the press conference podium in a fitted navy suit, hair slicked back, a predator in lipstick.Cameras flashed. The room buzzed like a nest of hornets. I took a deep breath. And burned everything down."Let's not pretend we don't know how this works," I said into the mic, voice calm but electric. "When a man is powerful and passionate, he's called a leader. When a woman is both? She's called a whore."A murmur rippled through the audience."Well, I'm not here to defend myself," I continued. "I'm here to make a statement."Lights clicked and flash from cameras."Yes, I'm in a relationship with Nicholas Langston. No, it did not get me this job. My work did. My grit did. My
Regina's POVI should've known peace wouldn't last. Not in this world with these people.Just three days after Mary's suspension and the official announcement of my role at the startup, the first bomb dropped.It came in the form of a legal email. Not a cease-and-desist. Not a threat. A full-blown lawsuit. Allegations of intellectual property theft.My first thought was: You've got to be kidding me. Mary wasn't just playing dirty, she'd gone nuclear. The startup had barely launched, but somehow, she'd gotten access to enough internal documentation to build a flimsy, dramatic case against us. She claimed I had stolen proprietary strategies from the company and used insider knowledge to develop our business plan. I could smell her desperation all over it.Nicholas stormed into my office the minute he heard. "They filed this under her name, but this came from someone higher up. Mary doesn't have this kind of legal team.""Higher up?" I echoed. "Like who?"He hesitated. "Board-level. Or.
Regina's POVBy morning, the startup team had doubled down. A fresh email blinked in my inbox with the subject line, Let's Talk Equity.I stared at it like it was a proposal from another dimension.I couldn't sit still. I slipped out during my lunch break, hopped in a cab, and headed to a cozy little café where I'd agreed to meet Ethan, my friend and the startup's co-founder. He was already at a corner table, laptop open, sleeves rolled up."Regina," he said, standing to hug me. "I've never seen someone shut down a White and walk away standing. You're a legend now."I smirked. "Is that why you're offering me shares?""No," he said, eyes serious. "I'm offering because you make things happen. And because you're wasted in that corporate crypt."He slid a folder across the table. Inside papers, numbers, outlines of a real role. Head of Operations, Co-founder in all but name. Flexible schedule, remote when needed, and full creative control."Think about it," he said. "We're not promising c
Regina's POVI didn't sleep that night. How could I? The email had been printed, dissected, passed around like candy by the legal department. Jenna hadn't said anything yet, but I knew that silence, tight-lipped and loaded.And Nicholas?He'd gone quiet again, always calculative and protective...the last part in his words at least. But this time, I didn't want to be protected. I wanted to strike back.The next morning, I walked into the office wearing my sharpest black blazer and a red lip that screamed "try me." If Cassandra wanted a war, she'd just handed me the perfect excuse to destroy her.Nicholas met me in the hallway, already on the phone with HR. "Yes, I understand the nature of the complaint. But she won't be stepping down, because there's no basis for the accusation."He hung up and gave me a look. "You okay?""No," I said honestly. "But I will be once she chokes on her own venom."He smirked, proud. "Good. Because I've got a plan."I found myself muttering a low “oh no” u
Regina's POVThe moment I saw her, I knew I wasn't hallucinating. It was Cassandra waltzing into the building like she hadn't burned every bridge behind her.Hair flawless. Heels sharp enough to stab. A smug smile carved into her face like she'd just landed a million-dollar deal.I stood frozen near the elevator, clutching my coffee like it could shield me from her venom."You look... refreshed," she purred, eyes sweeping me from head to toe. "Nicholas always did have a thing for polished brunettes."I didn't flinch. "And you always did have a thing for slinking back after getting thrown out.""Thrown out?" She laughed, stepping closer. "Darling, I was never really gone. Just biding my time."Security should've banned her. HR should've locked her out. But somehow, some idiot had let her back in—for a "final exit meeting," according to her smug little speech. Right. And I was Queen of England.I marched straight to Nicholas's office, every step a silent prayer that he hadn't invited he