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Chapter Thirty-six: Phantom’s Blade
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Late January 2029 gripped Montclair, New Jersey, in a brittle frost, the air sharp as a blade. I, Elise—Xiamond—lurked in a shadowed alley near Kayla Reed’s apartment, my platinum hair matted under a black hoodie, my chipped nails clutching a burner phone. Her blue sedan sat parked on a quiet street, its brake lines freshly cut by Derek, my ally from Newark, his cruelty a mirror to my own. Kayla, her jet-black hair loose, her emerald dress from the Nexus gala (December 2028) still haunting me, carried her six-month pregnancy—my ultrasound leak (November 2028) exposed—like a trophy. She’d stolen Justin Drake, my Justin, whose hazel eyes once burned for me in 2023. Her poise at the Nexus follow-up event in Manhattan last week, her wariness foiling my SUV plan, was a lash across my scars. My leaks—Greenwich auction shots (October 2025), Catskills drones (September 2026), Barbados villa photos (October 2028), the ultrasound, the gala caption Kayla’s last stand?—hadn’t broken them. The bra
The Billionaire Waitress Chapter Thirty-six: Phantom’s Blade
January 2029 cloaked my Brooklyn loft in a gray, suffocating haze, the city’s distant pulse a bitter echo of the rage searing my chest. I, Elise—Xiamond—stood by the grimy window, its cracked frame rattling in the icy wind, my platinum hair matted from sleepless nights, my manicured nails chipped from clawing at a tattered Greenwich map pinned to the peeling plaster wall. Red ink circled The Gilded Spoon, the upscale Greenwich diner where Kayla Reed waitressed in 2025, her emerald dress at the October auction a taunt that burned like acid in my veins. She’d stolen Justin Drake, my Justin, the man whose hazel eyes once held mine, not hers, in a fleeting blaze of passion. Her pregnancy, six months along, exposed by my ultrasound leak (November 2028), was a wound I’d never let close. Their Nexus gala (December 2028) mocked me, Kayla’s confidence a slap, my leaks—photos from the Greenwich auction (October 2025), the ultrasound, the gala caption Kayla’s last stand?—failing to shatter their
The Billionaire Waitress Chapter Thirty-Five: Phantom’s Blade
January 2029 cloaked my Brooklyn loft in a gray, suffocating haze, the city’s distant pulse a bitter echo of the rage searing my chest. I, Elise—Xiamond—stood by the grimy window, its cracked frame rattling in the icy wind, my platinum hair matted from sleepless nights, my manicured nails chipped from clawing at a tattered Greenwich map pinned to the peeling plaster wall. Red ink circled The Gilded Spoon, the upscale Greenwich diner where Kayla Reed waitressed in 2025, her emerald dress at the October auction a taunt that still burned like acid in my veins. She’d stolen Justin Drake, my Justin, the man whose hazel eyes once held mine, not hers, in a fleeting blaze of passion. Her pregnancy, six months along, exposed by my ultrasound leak (November 2028), was a wound I’d never let close. Their Nexus gala (December 2028) mocked me, Kayla’s confidence a slap, my leaks—photos from the Greenwich auction (October 2025), the ultrasound, the gala caption Kayla’s last stand?—failing to shatter
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Early December 2028 shimmered over New York City, the Manhattan skyline a glittering fortress as I stepped into the Grand Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, my jet-black hair swept into an elegant updo, my plus-sized curves draped in a midnight-blue gown that clung to the growing swell of my pregnancy, its silk whispering against my skin. The gala for Justin’s Nexus app launch pulsed with tech moguls, influencers, and media, chandeliers casting molten gold over sleek screens showcasing Nexus’s privacy-focused interface. Weeks had passed since our November 2028 press tour, where we’d declared Elise’s (Xiamond’s) ultrasound leak a fake, a desperate shield for our unborn child while promoting Nexus to counter her and Derek’s chaos. X posts raged—“Kayla’s lying about the baby!” and “Xiamond and Derek strike again!”—with Derek, my toxic ex, fueling her vendetta since November 2028. Tonight, we’d celebrate Justin’s triumph and my own seismic choice: I’d resigned from nursing at Valley Hospital, l
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Mid-November 2028 buzzed with New York City’s frenetic energy, the cold biting my cheeks as Justin and I stepped into a sleek Manhattan studio for our first press tour stop, a morning show set ablaze with cameras and harsh lights. My jet-black hair was swept into a polished bun, my plus-sized curves encased in a tailored blazer and slacks, my nurse’s scrubs left behind in Montclair after a sleepless week at Valley Hospital. My silver bracelet—returned by Justin after my Catskills escape—bit into my wrist, a grounding weight against the chaos. The X post—Kayla Reed Pregnant—Hiding It from Justin Drake!—with my stolen Barbados ultrasound, captioned Our secret, had ripped through our lives, exposing my pregnancy before I could tell Justin. X posts raged: “Kayla’s secret baby drama!” and “Xiamond and Derek strike again!” Derek, my toxic ex, now Elise’s (Xiamond’s) ally, loomed like a vulture, their vendetta threatening our unborn child. They’ve stolen my truth, my joy, and now they’re com
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Mid-November 2028 cast a gray chill over Montclair, New Jersey, the bare trees outside our apartment window clawing at the sky as I stood frozen, my phone trembling in my hands, an X post screaming: Kayla Reed Pregnant—Hiding It from Justin Drake! My jet-black hair was knotted in a messy bun, my plus-sized curves swamped in a nurse’s sweater after a grueling shift at Valley Hospital, my silver bracelet—returned by Justin after my Catskills escape—biting into my wrist. Days had passed since our Barbados escape—Justin’s family, Lila, my mom, Sarah, our primal night in the villa—but the ultrasound I’d posted briefly on a private story, captioned Our secret, had been torn into the open by Elise, the obsessive model known as Xiamond. Her leaks—Catskills, hospital shifts, Barbados—were relentless, and now whispers of Derek, my toxic ex, surfaced on X, hinting at his return. My pregnancy, discovered in that Barbados bathroom, was still hidden from Justin, and now the world knew before he did
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