LOGINMaya POVI’ve already prepared everything for my Italian adventure – I’d say this will be the perfect start to my revenge. I’ve entrusted all operations to Kara, my appointed CEO. As her assistant, I’ll be the one meeting Mr. Mollar, a tycoon based in Italy. From what I’ve researched, he’s single and somewhat arrogant – but that doesn’t faze me. He’s Josh’s friend, so I’m confident this will be easy.I pulled my phone from my bag and texted Josh:Me: Hi Josh, I need your help.Josh: What is it?Me: I’m heading to Italy with Atlas to negotiate with Mr. Mollar.Josh: He’s arrogant, and he has a habit of rejecting women outright.Me: Hahaha, that’s interesting.Josh: I’ll talk to him to make sure he takes your negotiations seriously.Me: Thanks, Josh.Hmm… Rejecting women – that sounds promising. Maybe this is the ideal chance to humiliate Nathalie. I know how she loves competing with me.(Thursday, 10:00 AM)Atlas and I were ready for our flight. To be honest, sharing a private jet with
(ATLAS POV)When Ms. Kara burst into my office, breathless and frantic, my heart skipped a beat. The moment she mentioned Maya, I didn't wait for the rest of the report. I was already moving.“Mr. Atlas, forgive me for the intrusion,” she gasped, struggling to keep up with my stride. “I saw Nathalie and Selena’s friend... they’re hurting Maya in the restroom!”My blood turned to ice, then instantly boiled. The pen in my hand snapped under the pressure of my grip. I charged toward the restroom, my vision tunneling until I saw her Maya, kneeling on the cold tile, her arms pinned cruelly behind her back.Rage surged through me, a primal urge to strike back at Nathalie for what she had done. But I froze. The reality of my life hit me like a physical wall. Nathalie was my wife. But Maya… Maya was the mother of my heir.She hadn't even told me our son’s name yet. I didn't want to disappoint her further. When Selena had whispered poison in my ear, claiming Maya’s only goal was to destroy
“I’m so proud of you, Maya,” Kara said, leaning against the doorway. A small smile tugged at her lips. “To think you survived that photo scandal unscathed.”“I’m Maya Ashburn,” I replied with a casual shrug. “Being strong is practically in my job description.”Despite the bravado, my mind was already racing toward tomorrow. We were set to discuss the Iron Veil collection—profits, investors, and the future. It was a massive milestone a high-profile tycoon had offered a $1 billion investment to kickstart our partnership with VV Volkov. Per our agreement, 10% of those funds would be donated to the Vasquez Youth Arts foundation. It was my brother’s dream. After our parents died, the trauma had changed him, and art became his only sanctuary. Ensuring that clause stayed in the contract with Volkov was non-negotiable for me.Later that day, Kara and I arrived at the VV headquarters.“You’ve been here before, right?” Kara asked as we stepped into the sleek lobby.“Yeah,” I replied, glanci
The Iron Veil fashion event was a triumph, marking our first collaboration with VV Company. However, Atlas proved his disloyalty yet again. He breached our contract by bringing Nathalie he knew my decree—Nathalie is never to set foot in an event I manage. He disappointed me just as he always has. To make matters worse, he had the audacity to ask about our son. I am not a fool, and I am no longer his slave. In this era, I am the Queen.But even queens face a coup. Photos of Atlas and me have leaked across the internet, threatening my reputation. I immediately ordered Kara to organize a press conference. My revenge was just beginning, and I will not let Nathalie ruin me now.The room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of scandal. A reporter stepped forward, voice brimming with accusation.“Miss Maya, you are Miss Kara’s assistant, correct?”“I am,” I replied coldly.“Then why were you and Mr. Atlas Volkov spotted alone at the dressing room entrance?”I took a sharp breat
Today was the day. After months of grueling preparation, our debut collaboration with the Volkov House was finally ready to hit the runway. I did a final sweep of the venue, my eyes catching every detail the stitch-work on the avant-garde coats, the lighting hitting the silk just right, and the frantic but rhythmic energy of the backstage crew. This wasn't just a fashion show it was meant to be a seismic shift in the industry.We had secured the most elite supermodels from France—a feat made much easier with Josh’s influence—and our list of investors and sponsors read like a Who's Who of global wealth.I took a long, steadying breath, the weight of the moment finally hitting me."Kara, this is it," I whispered, more to myself than her. "The beginning of everything.""I see it, Maya. It’s perfect," Kara replied, adjusting the clipboard in her hand.I turned to her with a sharp, focused look. "Well, go get yourself ready. You’re the one taking the stage. Remember, as far as the world
The New York skyline was a jagged crown of glass and cold light, but from my penthouse window, it looked like a graveyard. I had spent years telling myself that I had buried Atlas Volkov in a shallow grave in my mind. I told myself my return to this city was surgical—a mission to dismantle the woman who took my brother’s life and the man who stood by and watched it happen.But then I saw him.Face to face. Eye to eye. The air between us didn’t just crackle, it suffocated. My heart hammered against my ribs—a frantic, unfamiliar rhythm that I couldn’t categorize. Was it the remnants of a love I thought I’d killed? Was it the searing heat of hatred that had kept me alive in Switzerland? Or was it the leaden weight of guilt?I looked at him and saw the ghost of the man I once adored, but I also saw the secret I carried. Ace. My son has his eyes. My son has a stubborn jaw. I had let my ego, my pride, and my fear dictate the silence of the last few years. I never told Atlas I was preg







