INICIAR SESIÓNBy the time we returned to the hotel, my phone was already buzzing nonstop. One notification appeared after another, faster than I could read them.Daxton sat beside me on the bed as I scrolled through the headlines. Rowan was fast asleep in the next room, unaware that his family's story had just exploded across every major news outlet in the city."Crane Global Heiress's Sister Exposes Fabricated Divorce Scandal," I read aloud, my voice still unsteady. "Here's another one. Sloane Crane Admits to Fraud at Public Gala.""How many?" Daxton asked."I lost count around twelve."Marcus called a little after midnight. His voice had the focused energy of a man who hadn't slept and didn't intend to anytime soon."I want to explain what's happening right now," he said, "before you hear it from someone else and start to panic.""Go ahead.""Three board members have already called me directly," he said. "Interestingly, they're not asking about legal risks. They want to publicly distance themselv
Sloane found her voice before anyone could stop her, she pushed toward the stage, her gold dress catching the light, her hands raised as if she could somehow make the last five minutes disappear."That's not what happened," she said loudly, though her voice shook. "She's twisting things, she's always done that. Ever since we were children, she's always needed to be the victim in every story."A few people near her moved away. It was the instinctive reaction of a crowd trying to decide which side of a falling story they wanted to stand on."I have the invoice," Marcus said calmly. He didn't raise his voice or sound defensive. "I also have the forensic report. I'll be happy to answer the press's questions once things settle down.""Those documents don't prove anything about me," Sloane said, turning toward him. Her composure was beginning to crack."Nobody said they did," I replied. My voice remained steady, even though my whole body was still trembling from the speech. "You did that yo
Garrett welcomed everyone as he always did, with a warm speech that went on a little too long and a joke about the merger taking longer to finalize than his daughter's wedding plans. The room laughed politely, and I stood near the edge of the stage. I'd set down my champagne glass, leaving my hands empty and steady. "Before I hand things over to our partners for a toast," Garrett said, "I understand someone else requested a moment first. Serenity Smith, I believe." I hadn't told him why I needed to speak, only that I needed two minutes before the formal toasts. He'd kindly agreed without asking further questions. I felt everyone's attention turn toward me. They looked curious and slightly confused, trying to figure out who I was and why I'd been given the floor. I walked toward the small stage, with Marcus following a few feet behind me, the bound folder held loosely at his side. I climbed the two shallow steps in my red dress and took the microphone from Garrett. I looked for C
The ballroom looked like every other fancy event room, with bright chandeliers, round tables covered in white cloths, and a string quartet playing music nobody was really listening to.I stood just inside the entrance in my red dress, with Daxton's hand resting steadily on my back. My heart was beating faster than I wanted it to."You good?" Daxton asked quietly, just for me."Ask me again in twenty minutes," I said.Marcus was already standing near the side of the room with the bound evidence in a leather folder, looking like an ordinary guest. Dana had taken a seat near the small stage where the evening's speeches would take place, exactly where she'd marked on her hand-drawn floor plan.Vanessa moved around the room as naturally as ever, talking to people and making sure she was noticed while keeping half her attention on me without making it obvious she was watching me.My mother arrived a few minutes after us, wearing a navy dress I hadn't seen before. She stood apart from the cr
The gala was eleven days away when Vanessa showed up at the hotel without warning. She carried a garment bag and had a look on her face that said she wasn't leaving until I let her in."Daxton told me what you're planning," she said as soon as I opened the door. "I came to help.""You didn't have to fly out for this.""I didn't fly," she said. "I drove. Six hours. Don't make it weirder than it already is."I let her in. She dropped the garment bag over a chair and looked around the room as if she were already figuring out what needed to be done."First thing," she said. "What are you wearing?""I haven't thought about it.""Then we're starting there," she said. "Whatever you wear into that room will be the first thing three hundred people judge you by before you've even said a word."I sat on the edge of the bed, surprised by how quickly she'd taken charge. For the first time in days, I found myself laughing."You've really changed," I said. "I remember when you wanted me out of Daxto
He called two days later, which surprised me more than it should have, given how little he'd ever called me first in twenty-seven years of being his daughter."Your mother told me you met," he said, no greeting, the same blunt efficiency I remembered from every conversation we'd ever had."She did.""She told me what you're planning. At the gala."I sat down slowly on the edge of the hotel bed, Rowan at the little desk across the room working on a puzzle, half-listening to cartoons."And," I said."I need you to reconsider," my father said. "Not for Cordelia's sake, and certainly not for Sloane's. For the business relationships I've spent years rebuilding since the first scandal nearly destroyed everything I built."I almost laughed, the sound coming out sharp and humorless."You're calling me," I said, "two days after Mom finally apologized to my face for the first time in five years, to ask me to protect your business relationships again.""I'm calling because this family has alread
I spent most of my wedding pretending I wasn't terrified.The fake smile on my face must have been convincing enough because nobody questioned it,guests toasted us, cameras flashed, and champagne flowed like water.Everyone kept gushing about what a perfect couple we made. I just smiled, nodded, an
Three months earlier."Congratulations, Serenity, you're getting married."The fork slipped from my fingers, clattering loudly against my plate,the dining room fell dead silent while I stared across the table at my father. "Excuse me?"Dad didn't even look up,he just calmly dabbed his mouth with a
I don't even remember how I got out of Jason’s office.One minute I was looking at the man I loved handing me divorce papers the next, I was trapped inside the elevator, staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls.The woman looking back at me was a stranger,her lipstick was smeared,her eyes wer
Twenty-four hours. That was how long I lasted as Mrs. Crane, I stared at the papers on Jason’s desk. I kept waiting for the words to scramble into a joke, but they just sat there, heavy and permanent.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.My throat went completely dry just a few hours ago. I'd woken up in his bed w







