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Chapter 120. Silent Coronation.

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Ariella’s POV.

Later that week, she hosted a review session with the core directors. It was the first time since the transition that she had included me in her address. She didn’t introduce me or frame the reason; she simply allowed the meeting to unfold with me at her right side. When a proposal was challenged, she deferred to my judgment, and no one questioned it. At that moment, more than her earlier words sealed the transition. Authority was no longer symbolic; it had become a matter of procedure.

After the meeting, Damon found me alone in the archive hall. He asked what she had said exactly, the part I hadn’t shared. I told him she said I had earned her trust because of what he represented. He smiled slightly. He understood that, in her world, that was the highest form of blessing. He asked if I believed her. I said belief was irrelevant. Acknowledgment was action, and that was enough.

He reached for my hand and said it was the first time he had felt that the family had accepted
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  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 120. Silent Coronation.

    Ariella’s POV.Later that week, she hosted a review session with the core directors. It was the first time since the transition that she had included me in her address. She didn’t introduce me or frame the reason; she simply allowed the meeting to unfold with me at her right side. When a proposal was challenged, she deferred to my judgment, and no one questioned it. At that moment, more than her earlier words sealed the transition. Authority was no longer symbolic; it had become a matter of procedure.After the meeting, Damon found me alone in the archive hall. He asked what she had said exactly, the part I hadn’t shared. I told him she said I had earned her trust because of what he represented. He smiled slightly. He understood that, in her world, that was the highest form of blessing. He asked if I believed her. I said belief was irrelevant. Acknowledgment was action, and that was enough.He reached for my hand and said it was the first time he had felt that the family had accepted

  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 119.  Personal Acceptance.

    Ariella’s POVThe week after the restructuring ended with silence rather than ceremony. Reports moved through the boardrooms, figures aligned, and the atmosphere shifted from tension to observation. Damon’s mother kept her distance but not her attention, and every department adjusted its rhythm around her absence. I knew she would call me. She would certainly want to know what to do with the balance she could no longer deny. When the message finally came from her, I wasn’t Surprise. It was brief, private, and precise, an invitation, not a summons.I walked into the upper office alone, aware that this conversation would determine the next phase of everything we had fought to stabilize. Damon had said little beyond that if she asked for privacy, it meant the decision was personal. I believed him. I just smiled slightly. The door closed behind me. She spoke seemly frankly.She began by acknowledging the order restored across Talon, the efficiency in communication, and the containment

  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 118. Precision and Power.

    Ariella’s POV.That maneuver changed tone immediately. The market narrative flipped, casting Talon as a target rather than a source of conflict. Damon’s mother remained seated during the update, her focus entirely on me as I summarized. She didn’t interrupt, didn’t question, didn’t offer correction. When I finished, she gave a short statement: “You respond to precision with precision. That’s how control survives chaos.” Damon didn’t speak. He simply glanced at me, acknowledgment without expression.When the call with regulators ended, she dismissed the department heads but asked us to remain. Her voice was even, deliberate. “Today was a measure, not an accident,” she said. “Competence protects bloodlines. You’ve both passed.” She turned to me fully for the first time and added, “You protect him well.” It wasn’t sentiment; it was acknowledgment rendered as a verdict.“She’s not easily impressed,” he said quietly. I answered that respect from her was strategic currency. He agreed. The s

  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 117. The Test.

    Ariella’s POV.Damon’s behavior shifted subtly afterward. He deferred more frequently during operational discussions, allowing me to respond first. His silence in front of others reinforced his position without verbal reinforcement. I understood the pattern; he was setting the tone for stability by letting perception shape authority naturally. The matriarch noticed, but instead of questioning it, she let the hierarchy solidify. Observation had become recognition.By afternoon, we prepared for a smaller board press interaction, streamed remotely to select investors and journalists. It was meant to reinforce the earlier message. Damon’s mother attended again, though this time virtually. The arrangement felt familiar, predictable, almost routine. But I had learned that comfort in this environment was the beginning of risk.The first few questions were standard, performance, projections, and compliance measures. I handled them without friction. Then the moderator announced an external jou

  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 116. Recognition

    Ariella’s POVThe event began as scheduled. Damon handled the pre-briefing coordination while I finalized the investor summary. His mother’s confirmation came an hour before we arrived; she would attend as an observer, not a participant. The message was brief, deliberate, and heavy with implication. It meant she was done watching from the shadows; she wanted to see my performance in the open. I prepared my outline with no adjustments. Observation didn’t change purpose; it only refined timing.Before the briefing, Damon and I reviewed the sequence once more. His focus was on tone, mine on precision. He said little, knowing the outcome depended on perception, not numbers. I reminded him that his mother would analyze posture, not content. He agreed, reminding me that she didn’t reward talent; she rewarded restraint. That was fine; I had learned that silence often won where logic failed.The hall was arranged as expected, neat, neutral, and deliberately impersonal. I stood at the center,

  • Between Her Shithead And The Wrong Brother    Chapter 115.  Family Dinner.

    Ariella’s POVDamon arranged the dinner with precision. He said it was time to stop managing distance and start redefining tone. The invitation to his mother was short, polite, and exact, a “family discussion.” That meant a test, not a meal. She accepted almost immediately. Her reply was too measured to be casual. I agreed to attend. This would not be reconciliation; it would be assessment.The dinner took place at Damon’s residence instead of the estate. That choice said everything. Neutral ground. No symbols. No inherited dominance. His mother arrived exactly on time, surveying the room like a strategist entering new territory. I stood, greeted her formally, and waited for Damon to set the rhythm. The air was polite, sharp, and watchful.The conversation began with company updates. She mentioned Talon’s stabilization, cautious about assigning credit. Damon answered in short, analytical, and calm sentences. I added small confirmations to avoid any tone that might sound defensive. Eve

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