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“She's the one.” “Has the company's standard dropped?. How did someone like her get a job here?” “Apparently something happened between her and the boss. I heard he handled her interview himself and hired her on the spot, she didn't even pass through HR.” Those whispers met Ria the moment she entered the lobby but they did not bother to lower their voices. That morning, the internet had exploded with a video showing her entering into an hotel room and also a picture of her in bed. The captions were brutal. Their intention was obvious— they wanted to destroy her. Ria had been invisible to the whole world all these while. No one knew who she was. But now, everyone did. And it wa in a good way. The scandal was one that could have died quietly but Nathan released a statement which changed everything. It was a public breakup. Not only did he end their engagement, he immediately announced his relationship with Kelly. The Netizens were frantic. Nathan was a rising star in

Ria held the marriage certificate in a daze. Just like that she was married- MRs Williams, a title every girl wanted was hers now. They had just come out from the marriage registry, everything happened so fast but it was still surreal. 1 1 “Yeah, it’s real,” Alex smiled brushing a hair off her face. “Where do you stay? I will take you back so that you can pack your stuff. “I live with my friend Emily, I don’t think you need to bother, just send me the address, I can take a cab” Alex frowned. Was she sidelining him now that they were married? “You’re my wife now and a Williams. Things are done differently, baby girl. Get into the car,” he said while opening the door. She hesitated only for a second before sliding in. Baby girl. Her heart raced. The nickname felt strange, like it didn’t belong to her but yet, coming from his lips, it sounded right. A little too right. Should she give him one too? What was she even supposed to call him now? Babe? Hubby? She groa

“We’re going to use the Haute Modern style for our finale, and it has to be perfect,” Ria spoke firmly, her gaze sweeping across the meeting room. “Everyone will be working overtime from today. It’s one week to the Fashion Gala- we can’t afford to make any mistakes. “Yes ma” Everyone echoed. It had been one month since Ria’s transfer to the design team and two months since she joined the Williams Group. Fitting in wasn’t easy. She was the girl with a scandal and not a single known design credit to her name. So how on earth did she end up leading the team? But Ria ignored the side talks. She let her skills speak for her and by the third week, everyone noticed that the new girl wasn’t just bold- she was brilliant. Her sketches were full of life and revolutionary. And when she spoke people listened- even if some did grudgingly. Most of the team had come around. They respected her. But not everyone was convinced. Anna Meyer sat near the far end of the oval table, her lips were pu

Kelly frowned as she looked at her watch for the umpteenth time and tried not to sigh but her patience was getting thin and her brows drew together in irritation,Her guest was late but there was nothing she do about it. She had received a tip-off on Ria’s plan for the Fashion Gala and without even checking the information, she came.The Williams Group had never participated in the competition before instead they simply acquired the winning designs, which had always been from Nathan’s company by using Ria’s designs, since the past three years.But now Ria wanted to involve Williams Group directly, thereby breaking the pattern. It meant that she had her own game plan and Kelly wanted to know exactly what it was. And that was why she came running after receiving the tip-off.The bell over the café door gave a soft chime.“Sorry I’m late,” a voice said in a low tone. “Had to make sure I wasn’t followed”Kelly looked up.The person in front of her was wrapped in a black coat with a mask on

The night of the Fashion Gala pulsed with energy, it was brimming with excitement, even the air carried a feeling of anticipation and glamour, as though it, too, had dressed up for the occasion. The grand ballroom of the Perry Metropolitan Hotel was transformed into a realm of elegance— the walls were decorated with golden materials, crystal chandeliers in the ceiling glowed like soft moons and the tables were set with imported wine and crystal vases were overflowing with rare fresh orchids on every table. A red carpet stretched from the entrance like an invitation, which welcomed only the elite. Everyone who mattered in Central City was here—celebrities, business men, women, second generation heirs with trust fund that never had to work a day in their lives and also fashion moguls who made or broke careers with one nod. It wasn’t just a gala- it was a parade of power and celebration of wealth. Getting invited to the Gala wasn’t just about beauty and taste. It meant you were someon