(Amber's POV)I sneered at Victoria, watching her perfect façade crack as red wine dripped down her emerald dress. The shocked silence that followed was almost worth the drama that was about to unfold.With deliberate slowness, I slammed my empty glass to the marble floor. It shattered spectacularly, sending crystal shards skittering across the polished surface."Those earrings," I said, my voice carrying across the now-silent ballroom, "were left to me by my grandmother Eleanor. Not to you."Victoria's mouth opened in outrage. "How dare you—""No, how dare you?" I cut her off, turning to face my mother. "And you, Mother. What right did you have to give away my inheritance to someone who isn't even of our bloodline?"Melanie's face paled with fury. "Amber Chase! You will apologize this instant!""For what? Speaking the truth?" I turned to Ethan, who stood protectively in front of Melissa. "Tell me, Ethan, who do you believe? Me, your fiancée, or her, your secretary who convenien
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