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Chapter 30: No More Quiet
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2026-01-22 20:19:36The ballroom pulsed with intent.
Light spilled from crystal chandeliers, skating across floors polished to a high gleam. Money spoke here, masked as benevolence. But let’s not pretend this was power, dressed up in charity’s finest.
Isla Quinn paused at the threshold beside Ares Valtieri, her hand at ease, her posture steady. No nerves. Not tonight. She hadn’t needed guidance on what to wear or how to stand. She chose a black dress uncomplicated, striking, hers. Hair slicked back, nothing elaborate. She looked like she belonged not because she was placed here, but because she arrived and owned it.
Ares glanced her way. “You don’t have to stay.”
“I know,” she replied.
Together, they stepped forward.
Flashes fired immediately. Murmurs chased them, skimming Isla’s skin like static, but she didn’t falter. She’d been watched before. What was truly different now? She refused to shrink.
Halfway across the floor, it happened.
No crash, no shouts.
Just the humming of phones.
First a few, then a wave.
Conversations faltered. Heads dropped to screens. Then the glances sharpen, intent.
Ares’ phone vibrated. He didn’t bother to check.
Isla’s buzzed too.
She inhaled, then glanced down.
EXCLUSIVE: Concerns Surface Regarding Valtieri CEO’s Marriage Sources Highlight “Unstable Background” of Wife
The article was polished. Cited. Ruthlessly cold.
Foster care files. “Unsubstantiated emotional record.” The language of worry. Of risk.
No outright falsehoods. Just precise targeting.
The entire room seemed to shift, subtly realigning around her.
Ares’ hand settled at her back, steady, shielding. “We’re leaving.”
“No,” Isla answered, low but firm.
He shot her a look, worry flickering. “Isla—”
“I won’t run,” she said. “Not this time.”
Eyes were already fixed on them. Cameras lifted, microphones angled closer.
Seraphina and Marcus had set this up, detail by detail.
Ares’ jaw tensed. “They orchestrated this.”
“I know.”
He leaned in, voice quiet. “Say the word and I’ll end it.”
She met his gaze. “No more silence.”
A reporter broke through the crowd, voice clear.
“Ms. Quinn, do you have a response to the allegations circulating right now?”
The air drew tight.
Ares shifted, shielding her from the crowd.
Isla sidestepped him.
Just one step. And the room changed.
“Yes,” Isla replied.
The word sliced through the noise.
“I do.”
Silence not forced, just expectant.
She didn’t raise her voice. Didn’t feign a smile.
“I grew up in foster care,” she said. “That’s not an accusation. That’s my life.”
A low ripple spread.
“I survived instability, neglect, and uncertainty long before I knew Ares Valtieri. If that makes me unworthy of this place, then this room’s definition of strength is brittle indeed.”
Cameras flashed.
“I didn’t marry power,” she continued. “I married a man. I won’t apologize for my past to ease anyone’s discomfort.”
She paused.
“If my history unsettles you,” she finished, “that’s your fear, not my truth.”
No apology. No defense. Just honesty, unbowed.
Ares looked at her as if seeing her truly seeing her for the first time, knowing there was no going back.
Another reporter called out. “Mr. Valtieri, did you anticipate this would affect your company’s reputation?”
Ares hardly blinked. “Yes. And if you believe survival makes someone weak, you shouldn’t be judging leadership.”
His phone vibrated again.
This time, he almost smiled.
Screens around them refreshed. Whispers sharpened. Something new was breaking.
Regulatory Documents Reveal Financial Ties Between Hale Ventures and Sharpe Foundation
No accusations. Just figures. Dates. Uncomfortably close.
Across the room, Isla spotted Marcus Hale at the bar expression blank, eyes calculating. Seraphina Sharpe was absent. She didn’t need to be present. The blow had landed.
Ares leaned closer. “They wanted attention.”
She nodded. “Now they have it.”
“Not the kind they hoped for.”
Faces shifted some skeptical, some thoughtful, a handful nearly impressed. Suddenly, no one was bored.
Ares offered Isla his arm not to pull her away, but to walk beside her.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
They moved through the throng, cameras following. Isla didn’t lower her gaze. She didn’t rush. Each step was entirely her own.
The night air struck harder out here. Cold, sharp, and a bit too real.
Car doors thudded shut. Cameras kept flashing.
Inside, the quiet felt different. Not uncomfortable. Just a present.
“You never told me to stop,” Isla said.
“Yeah,” Ares replied. “Because I wouldn’t.”
She watched him. “You can’t keep protecting me from this.”
He nodded. “I know.”
“I’m not going to run just to make things easier.”
He met her gaze, and something in his expression had changed. “Then we face it together.”
The car glided away from the curb, city lights fading behind it.
Isla finally allowed herself to breathe.
The silence was different now.
And this was it. There was no going back.
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