INICIAR SESIÓNThe venue was perfect.I stood backstage at Lincoln Center, watching my team make final adjustments to the runway. Lights positioned just right. Sound system tested and retested. Models lined up, their makeup flawless, their energy electric.This was it. ETHEREAL’s biggest show yet. The culmination of eighteen months of work, of building my empire piece by piece.And tonight, the entire fashion world was watching.“Ms. Moore, we’re ten minutes out.” My stage manager appeared at my elbow. “Press is seated. Buyers are in their places. We’re ready whenever you are.”“Thank you.” I took a deep breath, smoothed down my dress. Black, elegant, powerful. Everything I’d become.Clara found me in the chaos. “You look terrified.”“I am terrified.”“Good. That means you care.” She squeezed my hand. “But Serena, you’ve got this. This collection is your best work. The world is going to lose its mind.”“Or hate it.”“They won’t hate it. Trust me.” She pulled me aside. “Ethan and Adrian are here. Thi
Adrian showed up at my office unannounced on a Tuesday afternoon.Amelie buzzed me, sounding uncertain. “Ms. Moore, Mr. Moore is here. He doesn’t have an appointment but says it’s personal, not about Ethan.”I sighed. “Send him in.”He entered looking nervous. Not the confident CEO I’d once known, but a man who’d spent the past months watching everything fall apart. His company was stable now, but diminished. His reputation damaged. His engagement ended. His life completely different from what he’d planned.“Serena. Thank you for seeing me.”“You have ten minutes. I have a design meeting at three.” I didn’t invite him to sit. Didn’t offer coffee. Just stood behind my desk, arms crossed.“I won’t take long.” He moved closer, stopped when he saw my expression. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. About everything that happened. About the choices I made. About what I lost.”“Adrian, if this is about custody, we have lawyers for that—”“It’s not about custody. It’s about us.”I went very s
**SERENA’S POV**Lucas had been acting strange for weeks.Quiet in meetings. Distracted during project reviews. Always looking at me like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite get the words out.Tonight, he’d asked me to dinner. Just the two of us. Said he needed to talk.I arrived at the restaurant early, a quiet Italian place in the West Village. Intimate. The kind of place you took someone when the conversation mattered.Lucas was already there, standing when I approached, pulling out my chair like the gentleman he’d always been.“Thank you for coming,” he said, sitting across from me.“You made it sound important. I was worried something was wrong with the business.”“No. The business is fine. Great, actually. Our collaboration has been incredibly successful.” He paused, picked up his wine glass, set it down without drinking. “This isn’t about business.”Something in his tone made my stomach flutter. Not quite nervous. More like anticipation.“Okay. What’s it about?”He lo
“This week. They’re moving fast because they want to secure the plea deal before Vivian changes her mind.”“Fine. Set it up.”Clara looked at me. “How are you feeling about all this?”“Honestly? Empty. I thought I’d feel vindicated. Satisfied. But mostly I just feel tired.” I looked at Vivian’s photo on Henry’s phone. “She threw away everything for revenge. And now she’s going to prison.”“She deserves it,” Henry said flatly.“Maybe. But it’s still sad.” I stood, walked to my window. “She had everything. A home. A family. Emma. And she destroyed it all because she couldn’t accept that she’d been caught.”My phone buzzed again. This time, Ethan.*Mom, I heard about Vivian. Emma’s really upset. Can I talk to you?*I called him immediately. “Hey, sweetheart.”“Is it true? That Vivian tried to hurt your company?”“Yes. It’s true.”“Why would she do that?”“Because she’s angry and hurt and made very bad choices.” I kept my voice gentle. “Sometimes people lash out when they’re in pain. But
{AUTHOR NOTE: I sincerely apologize for the duplicate chapter. It was not intentional, nor was it meant to waste your coins. Due to network issues, a chapter was uploaded twice. I had originally planned to upload two chapters today, and this clarification chapter is to address the error. Please be assured it will not happen again. Thank you for reading this far, and happy holidays.}**VIVIAN’S POV**I sat in my cramped Brooklyn apartment, staring at my laptop screen.I didn’t tell anyone where I’m at. Let them think I’d fled to the other coast when really I was just across the bridge, hiding in a neighborhood where nobody from my old life would ever think to look.The apartment was small. One bedroom. Peeling paint. Neighbors who fought loudly at two a.m. Nothing like the mansion I’d lived in for nine years.This was what I’d been reduced to.On my screen, another article about Serena. Another interview. Another feature about her remarkable comeback, her successful company, her reunit
“Because nobody who didn’t love their child would fight so hard to keep them. Your mother lied because she was scared of losing you. That doesn’t make it right. But it means she loves you.”Emma pulled back, looked at me. “What happens now?”“Now we figure it out. Together. You, me, Ethan, Sophia. We’re still a family. A weird, complicated, broken family. But we’re still family.”“And Serena? Does she know?”“Not yet. But I’ll tell her. She deserves to know the truth too.” I wiped Emma’s tears. “But Emma, this stays between us. Between our family. The media doesn’t need to know. The public doesn’t need to know. This is private.”“Because people would talk about it.”“Because you deserve privacy. You didn’t ask for any of this. You don’t deserve to have your paternity questioned publicly.” I stood up. “Are you going to be okay?”“I don’t know. But I’m glad you’re still my dad.”“Always.” I moved toward the door. “I love you, Emma. That will never change.”“I love you too, Dad.”Back in







