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Chapter One
Elena Valdris sat in the waiting room of Thornwick Medical Center, checking her phone for the tenth time. The Kaelthorn family owned half of this hospital, but that didn't mean she got special treatment. "Mrs. Kaelthorn?" A familiar voice called out. Elena looked up to see Nerissa Thorne, the head nurse. She knew Nerissa from all those boring charity events Jack's mother dragged her to. Elena stood up quickly. "Yes, is Dr. Mortaine ready?" Nerissa smiled, but it wasn't friendly. "Oh honey, he had an emergency. You'll need to wait much longer." "But I've been waiting for weeks for this appointment," Elena said. "Jack is expecting answers about why I can't get pregnant." "Well, maybe your husband should have called ahead if this was so important," Nerissa said loudly. Other patients in the waiting room started looking over. Elena felt her face getting hot. "Can you please tell me when he'll be back?" "Look sweetie," Nerissa crossed her arms and spoke even louder. "Everyone knows your problem. Some women just can't have babies. No matter how rich their husbands are." The words hit Elena hard. A young mother with twin babies stared at her with pity. An old woman shook her head sadly. "Mrs. Kaelthorn comes from nothing," Nerissa announced to the whole waiting room. "She was an orphan who got lucky when she saved Mr. Jack from that fire. Now she thinks she deserves everything." Elena's hands started shaking. "Please stop." "Stop what? Telling the truth?" Nerissa laughed. "Jack Kaelthorn is worth ten billion dollars. His family built half of Aethermoor. He could have married a princess. Instead he got stuck with a barren orphan." People were whispering now: "Is that really Jack Kaelthorn's wife?" "The one who can't have children?" "Poor Mr. Jack." "Three years of marriage and still no heir." Elena felt tears coming. "I just want to see the doctor." "You want to know what I think?" Nerissa stepped closer. "I think you should divorce Jack and let him find a real woman. Someone who can actually give him children." "That's enough." A younger nurse walked over. "Mrs. Kaelthorn, I'm Sarah. Dr. Mortaine left instructions about your test results from last week." Elena looked up with hope. "My results?" "Yes. He wants you to come back Friday at ten. Your blood work showed something important and he has treatment options to discuss." Elena's heart jumped. "Treatment options? You mean there might be hope?" Sarah smiled kindly. "The doctor will explain everything. But yes, don't give up hope." Nerissa rolled her eyes. "More false hope. Jack must be getting tired of this." "Actually," Sarah said firmly, "Mrs. Kaelthorn's test results were quite promising. The doctor was excited to discuss the new fertility treatments available." Elena felt a spark of joy for the first time in months. "Really?" "Really," Sarah nodded. "Friday at ten. Don't be late." But Nerissa wasn't done. "Promising results don't change the fact that you're still the orphan girl who trapped Jack into marriage. Everyone in Vaelthorne City knows you saved him just to get his money." "I didn't save him for money!" Elena said, her voice breaking. "I saved him because it was the right thing to do!" "Sure you did," Nerissa smirked. "And I'm sure you had no idea he was Jack Kaelthorn, heir to the biggest fortune in Aethermoor." Elena couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her purse and ran toward the exit. Behind her, she could hear Nerissa talking to someone on the phone. "Mrs. Kaelthorn? Yes, your daughter-in-law just caused quite a scene at the hospital. I thought you should know." Elena burst through the doors into the parking lot. She sat in Jack's silver Bentley and cried. The car cost more than most people's houses, but she felt like the poorest person in the world. She remembered that night four years ago. She was walking home from her job at a cheap diner when she saw the warehouse fire. She heard screaming and ran inside without thinking. Jack was trapped under a fallen beam, unconscious. She dragged him out just as the roof collapsed. The newspapers called her a hero. Jack's family called her a gold digger. But Jack felt guilty about owing his life to an orphan, so he married her six months later. Not out of love but out of guilt. Elena started the car and drove through the rich Thornwick District. Past mansions that cost fifty million dollars. Past the country club where membership cost more than a house. Past Jack's company building with fifty floors and his name in gold letters. She ended up at Meridian Park. She had no happy childhood memories since she grew up in Silvermere Orphanage, but this park was peaceful. She watched families playing with their children and felt her heart break a little more. Her phone buzzed. A text from Jack: "Mother says you caused trouble at the hospital. What happened?" Of course his mother already knew. Mrs. Kaelthorn had spies everywhere. Elena typed back: "Have to return Friday for test results. Doctor has treatment options." Jack replied: "What kind of treatment? This better not be another waste of time and money." Elena stared at the message. Even when there was hope, Jack only cared about money and time. She turned off her phone. When she finally drove home, their mansion looked like a palace. Twelve bedrooms, eight bathrooms, a swimming pool, tennis court, and gardens that required ten gardeners. But it felt like a beautiful prison. Jack's red Lamborghini wasn't in the driveway. He was probably still at Kaelthorn Corporation, making more millions while his wife sat alone in their empty house. Elena walked upstairs to their bedroom. Everything was perfect and expensive. The bed cost thirty thousand dollars. Her closet was full of designer clothes. Her jewelry box had diamonds worth millions. But what good was money when you felt worthless? She looked at herself in the mirror and heard Nerissa's words again. "Barren orphan. Gold digger. Trapped Jack into marriage." Maybe they were right. Maybe she should divorce Jack and let him find someone better. Someone who could give him the children and family he deserved. But the thought of losing Jack made her cry harder. She loved him so much, even though he only married her out of obligation. Even though his mother hated her. Even though everyone thought she was a gold digger. Elena lay on their expensive bed and cried until she had no tears left. Friday couldn't come fast enough. Maybe Dr. Mortaine really did have treatment options. Maybe there was still hope for her marriage. Maybe she could finally prove to everyone, including herself, that she was worth more than just the orphan girl who got lucky. But deep down, Elena was scared. Scared that even if she could have children, Jack would never love her the way she loved him. Scared that she would always be the obligation wife, never the chosen one. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a different life. One where Jack looked at her with love instead of duty. One where his mother welcomed her instead of barely tolerating her. One where she felt like she belonged instead of like an outsider looking in. Tomorrow she would put on her designer clothes and expensive jewelry and pretend to be happy. She would smile when Jack asked about the appointment. She would be polite when his mother called with her usual complaints. But tonight, she just wanted to dream about being loved for who she was, not what she owed or what she could give.They spent the next hour discussing design ideas. Aurora found herself genuinely liking Catherine once the older woman dropped her cold facade.When Damien finally rescued Aurora from his mother's enthusiastic planning, he pulled her aside."I heard what happened with Vivienne," Damien said. "My mother told me everything. Aurora, I'm so sorry you had to deal with that.""It's fine," Aurora said. "Actually, it's better than fine. Your mother is terrifying but also kind of amazing."Damien laughed. "She likes you. She told me to wife you immediately before someone else does.""She did not say that," Aurora protested."She did," Damien confirmed. "In those exact words. 'Wife her immediately, Damien. Before some other smart man realizes what she's worth.'"Aurora felt her face getting hot. "We've been on like four dates.""I know," Damien said. "But my mother sees what I see. That you're special. That you're real. That you're someone worth keeping."He took Aurora's hands. "I know it's fa
"Catherine, please," the older woman corrected. "And yes, I know it's early. But I can see that my son is serious about you. And I wanted to make sure you were worthy of his affection.""And am I?" Aurora asked."More than worthy," Catherine said. "In fact, I'm hoping you'll consider a more permanent arrangement with Damien eventually."Aurora felt her heart racing. "You mean marriage?""I mean that my son has been lost since his brother died," Catherine said bluntly. "Marcus's death hit him hard. He's been drifting and not really connecting with anyone. But when he talks about you, he sounds alive again. That's worth more than any family pedigree."Catherine reached out and patted Aurora's hand. "I misjudged you based on your background. That was wrong of me. You've proven that character and accomplishment matter more than ancestry."There was a knock on the door, and Vivienne entered without waiting for permission."Catherine, I need to speak with you privately," Vivienne said, not
She handed the phone to Catherine, who looked through the photos with increasing surprise."These are quite impressive," Catherine admitted reluctantly. "But still, running a small business is very different from being part of an established family like ours.""Small business?" Aurora couldn't help laughing. "Mrs. Whitmore, my company brought in twelve million dollars in revenue last year. I employ thirty people. I own my intellectual property and my brand. It's not small by any definition."Now the relatives were really paying attention. Twelve million dollars was serious money, even for wealthy people.Vivienne looked furious. "She's probably lying. Inflating numbers to impress everyone.""I can show you my tax returns if you'd like," Aurora offered sweetly.Damien was grinning now. "Mother, I've been trying to tell you. Aurora is incredibly successful. She's not some gold digger looking for money. She has her own wealth and her own career."Catherine was studying Aurora with new in
He led her to a tall, elegant woman in her sixties wearing a cream colored dress and pearls. She had Damien's eyes but a much more severe expression."Mother, this is Aurora Blackwell," Damien said. "Aurora, this is my mother, Catherine Whitmore.""Mrs. Whitmore, it's lovely to meet you," Aurora said, extending her hand.Catherine looked at Aurora's hand for a moment before shaking it limply. "Miss Blackwell. How interesting to finally meet you."The way she said "interesting" made it sound like she meant "disappointing.""Thank you for inviting me," Aurora said politely."Well, when Damien speaks so highly of someone, I simply must investigate," Catherine replied. She looked Aurora up and down like she was examining a piece of furniture she might purchase. "That's a lovely dress. Where is it from?""I designed it myself," Aurora said. "I'm a fashion designer.""How enterprising," Catherine said in a tone that suggested being enterprising was not a compliment. "And where did you study
Aurora was having a perfectly nice Thursday afternoon in her design studio at the palace when her phone rang with an unknown Lysandrian number."Hello?" Aurora answered cautiously."Is this Aurora Blackwell?" a crisp, professional female voice asked."Yes, this is Aurora.""Wonderful! My name is Catherine Whitmore. I'm Damien Whitmore's mother."Aurora's stomach dropped. Damien's mother? Why was she calling?"Oh, hello Mrs. Whitmore," Aurora said, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's nice to speak with you.""I'm sure Damien has mentioned me," Catherine continued. "I wanted to extend a personal invitation to you for dinner at my home tomorrow evening. Just a small family gathering. Damien will be there, of course, along with a few other relatives."Aurora felt panic rising. A family dinner? That sounded serious. Way too serious for someone she'd only been on a few dates with."That's very kind of you, but I'm not sure if tomorrow works for my schedule," Aurora said, trying to think
Victoria shook her head. "You're overthinking this. The Masked Queen is just a smart businesswoman who happens to care about ethics and accountability. There's no grand conspiracy. No secret identity. You're seeing patterns that aren't there.""Maybe," Jack conceded. "But I have to know for sure."Victoria walked to the door, then turned back. "Jack, be careful. If you start digging into the Masked Queen's past and she finds out, she might take it as a sign we don't trust her. That could ruin any chance of her helping us.""I'll be discreet," Jack promised.After Victoria left, Jack turned back to his laptop. He opened a secure browser and logged into a private database he paid for. The sort of database that contained information not available to the public.He searched for "Elena Valdris, royal connections, Lysandria."Nothing came up directly. But there was a note in the database from six years ago. "Query flagged by Lysandrian intelligence services. Information classified by order







