MasukAurora kept her expression neutral. "Your sister-in-law sounds unpleasant.""Former sister-in-law," Damien corrected. "And yes, she can be difficult. But the woman at the mall stood up to her in a way I'd never seen anyone do before.""Maybe that woman was braver than I am," Aurora suggested."I don't think you lack bravery," Damien said. "You're wearing a mask to dinner with a stranger. That takes courage.""Or foolishness," Aurora pointed out."There's a fine line between the two," Damien agreed.As dinner was ending, Damien's phone rang. He looked at it and frowned. "I'm sorry, I need to take this. It's my hotel manager about an emergency.""Of course," Aurora said.Damien walked away from the table to take the call. Aurora sat there thinking about the evening. She had enjoyed herself more than she expected. Damien was intelligent, funny, and seemed genuinely kind.But she was still lying to him about who she was. And eventually, that would have to be addressed.Damien returned loo
"Ah yes," the host smiled. "Your party is already here. Follow me."Aurora's heart was racing as she followed the host through the restaurant. The man was already there, which meant she would see him in seconds.The host led her to a private table near the back. Aurora could see a man sitting with his back to her, wearing an expensive suit."Your companion has arrived, sir," the host announced.The man stood up and turned around, and Aurora felt her heart stop.It was Damien Whitmore.Aurora froze. Of all the men in Lysandria City, Margaret had set her up with Damien? The man whose sister-in-law she had slapped?Damien's eyes widened when he saw Aurora, even though her mask covered half her face. "You," he said with obvious recognition.Aurora made a split-second decision. She would pretend not to recognize him."I'm sorry?" Aurora said politely. "Have we met?"Damien looked confused. "At the shopping mall a few weeks ago. You were the woman who...""I think you have me confused with
Aurora was in her design studio at the palace sketching Elena's revenge dress when Margaret walked in using her cane."Aurora, dear, do you have a moment?" Margaret asked.Aurora looked up from her drawings. "Of course, Your Majesty. What do you need?"Margaret sat down on the velvet couch near the window. "I wanted to talk to you about something personal."Aurora felt curious. Margaret rarely discussed personal matters unless it was important. "Is everything alright?""Everything is fine," Margaret assured her. "But I've been thinking about you lately. You're thirty-eight years old, beautiful, successful, and completely alone."Aurora felt defensive. "I'm not alone. I have Elena and the twins and you.""That's not what I mean," Margaret said gently. "You have family, yes. But you don't have romance. You don't have someone who's yours."Aurora went back to her sketching. "I don't need romance. I tried that once and it ended badly.""David was eight years ago," Margaret pointed out. "Y
Aurora was quiet for a moment. "Elena, are you sure about this? Going back there might bring up painful memories.""It already has," Elena admitted. "But Aurora, I'm not that scared girl anymore. I'm not the woman who lay on the floor while people poured drinks on her. I'm the Masked Billionaire Queen. And I'm going to walk into that mansion with my head held high.""What do you want me to design?" Aurora asked."Something unforgettable," Elena said. "A dress that looks like it costs more than their house. Elegant, powerful, and absolutely devastating."Aurora laughed. "I know exactly what you need. I'll start sketching immediately.""And Aurora?" Elena added. "Design a new mask too. Something even more beautiful than what I usually wear. I want them to be unable to look away.""Consider it done," Aurora promised. "They won't know what hit them."After hanging up, Elena walked to her closet and looked at her current collection of business suits and elegant dresses. Everything she owne
Jack had just stood there watching. Not defending her. Not stopping anyone. Just watching his wife get destroyed.Victoria had stood beside Jack with a satisfied smile on her face.Elena had finally managed to get up and run out of the hotel. She had taken a taxi home alone, bruised and soaking wet, while Jack stayed at the party with Victoria.That night had broken something inside Elena. She had realized then that Jack would always choose Victoria over her. That Jack's family would always find ways to humiliate her. That she would never belong in their world.Elena opened her eyes and came back to the present. She was no longer that broken woman lying on the floor. She was the Masked Queen of Business worth billions of dollars.And Victoria Kaelthorn had just invited her to dinner.Elena pressed the intercom. "Marcus, come back in please."Marcus entered the office. "Have you decided about the invitation?"Elena looked at him with a cold smile. "Tell me something, Marcus. What does
Elena was reviewing more shipping documents the next morning when Marcus knocked on her office door."Come in," Elena called out.Marcus entered carrying his tablet and looking slightly amused. "Ma'am, you've received an interesting invitation."Elena looked up from her papers. "What kind of invitation?""A dinner party," Marcus said, pulling up the email on his tablet. "Hosted by Mrs. Victoria Kaelthorn at the Kaelthorn family mansion two weeks from now."Elena felt her blood turn cold. Victoria Kaelthorn. Jack's wife. The woman who had destroyed her life eight years ago."Let me see that," Elena said, taking the tablet from Marcus.The invitation was formal and elegant, printed on expensive digital stationary. It read:"The Kaelthorn Family cordially invites Miss Elena of Ravenwood Industries to an exclusive dinner party celebrating business and philanthropy in Vaelthorne City. The evening will feature Vaelthorne's most distinguished business leaders and social elite."Elena stared







