The grand ballroom of the Cardwell Industries headquarters buzzed with anticipation.
Crystal chandeliers cast prisms of light across marble floors, while distinguished guests in tailored suits and designer gowns mingled beneath towering columns adorned with the company's insignia.Ava stood before her full-length mirror in the private suite, her hands trembling as she smoothed the emerald silk dress Patricia had insisted she wear."It brings out your eyes, darling," Patricia said from behind her, fastening a delicate diamond necklace around Ava's neck. "Your mother wore this same necklace to her first graduation, now it's yours.""I can't do this." Ava's voice was barely a whisper. "Look at me...I'm shaking like a leaf.""Every queen feels nervous before her coronation." David's reflection appeared in the mirror as he entered, resplendent in his charcoal suit. "But you, my dear, were born for this moment."A sharp kn"Clack Clack Clack" The marble floors of McQueen Gallery echoed with Victoria's measured footsteps as she made her way through the lobby, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm that matched the pounding in her temples. Derek Brown's voice still rang in her ears from their phone conversation that morning—polite, apologetic, but ultimately another rejection that sent her carefully orchestrated plans spiraling toward disaster. "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Blackwood, but I've already committed to the Morrison Foundation's spring exhibition," he'd said, his tone carrying that particular brand of New York artistic superiority that made Victoria's teeth ache. "Perhaps next season?" Next season. As if she had the luxury of time when Phoebe McQueen was already making calls to her society friends, promising them an event that would rival the Met Gala itself. Victoria pushed through the glass doors of her office building, her assistant Elena's worried face the first thing she saw as she entere
The grand ballroom of the Cardwell Industries headquarters buzzed with anticipation. Crystal chandeliers cast prisms of light across marble floors, while distinguished guests in tailored suits and designer gowns mingled beneath towering columns adorned with the company's insignia.Ava stood before her full-length mirror in the private suite, her hands trembling as she smoothed the emerald silk dress Patricia had insisted she wear."It brings out your eyes, darling," Patricia said from behind her, fastening a delicate diamond necklace around Ava's neck. "Your mother wore this same necklace to her first graduation, now it's yours.""I can't do this." Ava's voice was barely a whisper. "Look at me...I'm shaking like a leaf.""Every queen feels nervous before her coronation." David's reflection appeared in the mirror as he entered, resplendent in his charcoal suit. "But you, my dear, were born for this moment."A sharp kn
Daniel Forcadoes stared at the phone in his hand, the dial tone buzzing mockingly in his ear. He set it down with a sharp click and shook his head. "What's gotten into him?" He flicked the newspaper clipping between his fingers, whistling low. "Why's he so uptight all of a sudden?" The coffee shop bustled around him, morning commuters rushing past his corner table. He spread the newspaper flat, the bold headline screaming up at him in block letters that had shaken the business world just twenty-four hours ago. CARDWELL INDUSTRIES UNVEILS TRUE HEIRESS IN SHOCKING PRESS CONFERENCE "Really unexpected though," he muttered, scanning the article. "How dramatic." He cleared his throat and read aloud to himself, his voice barely audible above the espresso machine's hiss. "Yesterday felt like a dream as the country's top conglomerate introduced Ava Reynolds as the long-lost granddaughter of the Cardwell family. Their lawyers and press team confirmed she is indeed the princess who will in
Ethan sank into his leather chair, the city skyline blurring as his mind drifted back to that cursed gala, he groaned as he recalled the way the crystal chandelier had cast shadows across Ava's face as she'd smiled at Dean Winters,he recognized that look, it was that same manipulative expression she'd once used on his grandfather.'Typical.'He smirked as his fist clenched on the mahogany desk. 'Turns out she found herself a new target to sink her claws into.'She'd turned around and walked away with her shoulders square that night, just like she'd left him three years ago. After that incident at his exhibition banquet, when Victoria had...He pushed the memory away. Ava had brought that on herself, showing up uninvited and making a scene. The pool incident had been unfortunate, but she'd recovered quickly enough to file divorce papers two weeks later.'Probably saw an opportunity and took it.' His jaw worked as he remembered Dean Winters carrying her out that day, playing the hero wh
Two days after her phone call with Phoebe, Victoria sat across from the Phoebe in the McQueen family's private sitting room.Afternoon light filtered through silk curtains, casting everything in golden warmth, but Victoria's hands trembled as she reached for her teacup."Thank you for meeting with me, Phoebe." Her voice caught slightly. "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me after... after what I heard."Phoebe's expression softened with concern. "What you heard? Victoria, darling, what's troubling you?"Victoria's eyes filled with tears. She set her cup down with shaking hands. "I know about the matchmaker. About the other women you're considering for Ethan.""Oh, sweetheart..." Phoebe cooed, her heart twisting with guilt as she watched Victoria try to hold back her tears."Please, let me finish." Victoria's voice broke completely now, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I understand why you need to look at other options. I know what people say about my... my background. My father never ma
"Drive to the office," Ethan said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the car speeding through Crestmont City's highways. John caught his reflection in the rearview mirror with jaw clenched, fingers drumming against the leather seat, tie being yanked into place with sharp, angry movements and a dark look in his face, seated at the back. " Yes sir" John replied, swallowing a grown. He was hungry and tired and his nerves were on edge. The day had started at five AM, and it was now past noon. Ethan McQueen was in a bad mood, if the constant clenching of his jaw and the incessant tapping of the car seat didn't give that away, the dark cloud that seemed to hover over him with his brow closely drawn together did. It started two nights again, he had returned from the Harrington gala pissed and thrashed the hotel room. John shivered as he remembered the ride home that night, the silence was overbearing and he had seen marks from nails on the car seat upholstery. Ethan's knuckl