Masuk“I searched for you everywhere, Marissa. I hired the best investigators. I realized too late that I needed you in my life. And now that you are here, I cannot let you go.” His voice was weak. His eyes were desperate. And the desperation only made me feel more satisfied than I had in years. I could walk away and let Tristan’s perfect world fall apart. Or I could stay. Crush the empire my sweat was built on, watch Tristan wallow in pain as his world crumbles. I could become the queen of the game he started ten years ago. ********** Marissa, a plus sized lady, was once the talented designer whose creativity turned her husband’s company into a success. Tristan hid her because he was ashamed of her size, stole her work, and even named her designs after his lover. That same night, she lost her pregnancy. Now, ten years later, the empire he built was sinking. But Marissa? She returned stronger, more beautiful, and fearless. When the man who broke her begins to beg, will Marissa forgive him or turn the game to her playground where Tristan will face the worst kind of pain than she ever did?
Lihat lebih banyakELARAThe next day, my car stopped directly in front of the company building.As soon as the door opened, that woman appeared.Tina. That was her job as my assistant. Waiting on me like a servant. She moved toward the car with the confidence and enthusiasm of someone who thought she had already won, which was weird because the past few days, she had always worn an irritated look around me.My driver stepped out first, opening the door for me, and before I even placed my heels on the ground, Tina was already standing there.She knew my routine. She knew my timing.“Good morning, Marissa,” she said casually.I paused.Slowly, I lifted my gaze to her.“So now you call your superior by her name?” I asked calmly.Tina smiled.It was strange.Back then, when I used to deliberately put her in her place, she always wore that stiff, angry expression. The kind that screamed resentment. But now she smiled easily, almost amused.“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Walters,” she replied lightly. “I didn’t reali
TINATwo days later , all the senior executives were gathered in the boardroom.Silver Silk Collection 2.0 was officially on the table.I stood by the wall, tablet in hand, silent and small, exactly where Marissa had intentionally placed me. An assistant. A shadow. A reminder that I had fallen.And yet, Marissa sat at the head of the table.Calm. Elegant. Untouchable.She didn’t just sit; she ruled.The finance executive adjusted his glasses and stood, connecting his tablet to the screen behind him.“As of last quarter,” he began, “Vance Fashion House has been operating at a deficit. Silver Silk 1.0 helped us stabilize temporarily, but it wasn’t enough to fully recover.”He tapped the screen, and figures appeared.“For Volume Two, we’ve allocated a tighter budget. Fabric sourcing has been reduced by fifteen percent, promotional spending by twenty, and external collaborations will need strict approval.”Tristan nodded absently, his eyes glued on Marissa who was oblivious of his stares.
MARISSAI had rushed out of the office, my heels striking the floor with purpose, heading straight for the elevator.I was just about to press the button when a body slammed into my path.“Marissa. Marissa, please wait. Please.”Tristan stood there, breathless, panic splashed across his face.I turned slowly.“Tristan, you’re pushing me,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “You’re pushing me to the very last thread of my patience.”He clasped his hands together, desperation written all over him. “Please. Forgive me.”Something dark and cold settled in my chest.“Do not mention those shares again,” I warned quietly, pointing at him. “Do it, and you will pay dearly.”He swallowed hard. “I understand.”“Good. Now move. I can’t stand to be here any longer.”He hesitated. “But the papers. You still need to sign them to seal our partnership.”I let out a slow laugh and gave him a sadistic smile.“The shares,” I said, returning back to the subject again.“You think I don’t know your trick? You want
MARISSAI lifted my gaze slightly.“Not one,” I said calmly. “Two conditions.”Tristan blinked, clearly caught off guard.I didn’t wait for him to ask.“First,” I continued, “Tina leaves the design team.”“What?” His brows pulled together instantly.I tilted my head. “Why are you giving me that face?”We both knew exactly why.“Tina is unqualified,” I said plainly. “And that fact becomes even more obvious in any team I’m part of.”My voice remained even, deliberate.“I thrive in efficient environments. Places where talent is real and results follow skill, not appearances or theft.”I took a slow step forward, then another, folding my arms across my chest.“All of Tina’s so-called contributions to the Silver Silk Collection 1.0 were fake,” I continued. “That collection was originally mine. Every success she paraded came from my work.”I didn’t need to raise my voice. The truth already carried weight.“She needs to leave.”I watched Tristan closely as his expression twisted almost imper


















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