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He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Thirty three
Simone stood just inside the office when I walked in, the leather folder already in her hands. She didn’t say anything right away. Just offered it to me, her eyes steady. I took it, opened it, and let the pages speak for themselves. There were emails. Time-stamped call logs. Memos with deliberate omissions. Financial reports with discreet reallocations. Alessia’s fingerprints were everywhere, but so were Roman’s. The paper trail wasn’t just messy. It was deliberate. Calculated. One email caught my eye. It was dated two weeks after I was forced out. Roman had signed off on the reassignment of my direct reports. Staff who had been loyal. Silenced. Removed. It wasn’t just about me anymore. They had dismantled the team. The structure. The legacy I had built from the inside out. I closed the folder slowly. “They didn’t even try to cover it,” I said, my voice low. Simone nodded once. “They assumed you’d never get this far.” “And if I had?” “They assumed you’d be too afraid to act.”
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Thirty two
The boutique was quiet when I returned the next morning. Not empty, just still in a way that felt different from the usual rhythm of the space. The lights had already been dimmed to their softer evening setting, casting the walls in a warm golden hue. I could hear the low hum of the air system and the distant shuffle of Simone’s heels upstairs, but beyond that, the world had taken a breath.I walked toward the main floor and stood in front of the newest display. The mannequin wore a piece from the capsule, the one I had stitched myself. It wasn’t about the fabric or the silhouette anymore. It was about what it meant. Survival, reclaimed. Power, redefined.My fingers brushed the edge of the collar. It felt like touching a piece of my own skin.Simone appeared a few moments later, tablet tucked under her arm, eyes alert but soft. She paused when she saw me standing still.“They’ve sent over the full coverage package,” she said quietly. “Press embargo until next week, but we’re approved
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Thirty one
The silence in the car stretched long after the engine started. We weren’t avoiding words. We were holding them. Letting them settle between us like dust after a storm.Julian kept his gaze ahead, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly on his thigh. The city blurred around us, streaks of soft light and movement, but inside the car, it felt still.“I keep thinking about how it used to feel,” I said quietly. “Walking into that building. Like I didn’t exist until someone else acknowledged me.”He glanced at me, just once. “And now?”“I think I exist either way.”A small smile tugged at his mouth, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.I looked down at my hands in my lap, fingers lightly curled. “I didn’t expect today to feel like… this.”“Like what?”“Like the beginning of something I don’t fully understand yet.”Julian’s voice was soft. “That’s how most real things start.”We drove in silence for a while. Not heavy. Just quiet. I watched his hands on the steering wheel
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Thirty
I arrived early, stepping into the studio just as the morning light poured in through the tall windows. The scent of fabric, steam, and polished wood greeted me, familiar and grounding. The entire space felt suspended, holding its breath just like I was.Today was about more than a presentation. It was about all of us.The team trickled in slowly. Designers, stylists, assistants, junior production leads. Some carried coffees, others tucked tablets beneath their arms. But each one moved with a quiet awareness, like they knew this moment mattered. Julian stood to my left, Simone just behind, Marcus reviewing a printout near the supply cabinet. Our formation had become instinctive.I waited until everyone was settled before stepping forward.“Thank you for coming,” I began, voice steady but warm. “These last few weeks have tested what we stand for. We’ve faced more than friction. We’ve faced silence. We’ve faced manipulation. And yet, we’re still here. Not because we shouted. But because
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Twenty nine
The car ride to the restaurant was quiet, but not cold. Julian didn’t speak much, and I didn’t need him to. His presence filled the space in a way that silence didn’t threaten. It held me. Like still water, steady and deep.I watched the city blur past the window. My reflection looked different tonight. Not because of what I wore or how I sat, but because something inside me had shifted. I had walked into that boardroom with everything I had ever buried, and I had walked out without shame.Julian glanced at me once, then again. “You okay?”“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “It still feels like I’m holding my breath.”He nodded slowly, like he understood more than he said. “That’s normal. After something breaks, even if it breaks in your favor, your body takes time to catch up.”I turned toward him fully. “You think I won?”He looked right at me. “I think you stood up in a room built to erase you. That’s not about winning. That’s about reclaiming.”I didn’t answer. I just held his g
He Chose my Cousin, so I Chose Revenge Twenty eight
The air inside the loft was still, but not silent. It carried the weight of anticipation, the kind that moved beneath every breath, every glance, every unspoken word. Today was the day. The board was convening. I stood in front of the mirror in the back office, fastening the cuff of my shirt with slow, precise movements. I wasn’t dressing for confrontation. I was dressing for clarity. There would be no loud declarations. No public defense. Only presence. Grounded. Unapologetic. Unmoving. Julian’s voice came from the doorway, low and steady. “You don’t have to do this alone.” I turned slowly. He was leaning against the frame, not casual, but composed. His jacket was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the quiet strength in his forearms. There was something different in his expression this morning. Not just focus, but something softer beneat
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