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CHELLEY MORETTI“Here goes the untouchable Romano… Chelley," Cassian said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. He took a slow, deliberate draw from his cigar, the tip glowing red, before continuing. "This piece of filth is responsible for several… infractions against my name. Desire to infiltrate my empire, Desperate to acquire my empire’s contract… and his greatest mistake was using my wife as a pawn."Cassian finally pushed away from the desk, moving with predatory grace until he stood right beside Romano, placing a hand roughly on the man's head. He looked straight at me, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.Romano’s head hung low, a miserable sight. It was unclear if the downward angle was from the pain of fresh blood dripping from his nose and bruises or simply from the crushing shame of his capture. The supposedly untouchable Romano, reduced to a rat cornered by Cassian’s relentless hunt."How did you find him?" The words finally scratched their way past my tight throat.

CHELLEY MORETTI The bright morning sun was blinding as we pulled up to the headquarters' entrance, immediately engulfed by a chaotic scrum of media. Flashbulbs exploding on my face,I wonder if these paparazzi don’t get tired of taking my pictures. “Our existence is the source of their livelihood… They earn millions feeding the world photographs and news about us, this world, and the other elite…” Cassian explained like he would to a child; normally he doesn’t care, and he would tell me to smile at them. My opinion or thought of myself normally doesn’t count or move him. But it’s different now. And I was pressed tightly against his side as we navigated the throng. He was sharp and commanding in a perfectly tailored charcoal Brioni suit, his face set in a stern, untouchable mask. My outfit was a gorgeous pair: a cream-coloured, structured Chanel tweed jacket paired with a matching pencil skirt, cinched at the waist by a wide, black leather belt with a simple gold clasp. Everythi

CIERRA KESSINGTON I was shocked to the bone. Seeing Chelley, that wench, standing there as the First Lady of a trillion-dollar empire? It was an absolute, blinding impossibility.How had she done this? How had she climbed from the dirt I left her in to stand here, treating us like absolute garbage, and daring to hurl her filthy hand across my face? The pain in my cheek was nothing compared to the overwhelming jealousy and fury that rained down on me, hotter than any fire.All my life, I felt like Chelley had everything. She was born into a wealthy family, before a cancer diagnosis made her father insist on signing her over for adoption to my parents. She was always prettier, always the one who attracted attention. She had married a handsome, successful man—Alec. She could afford every designer, every luxury, everything I desperately craved. I didn't just crave those things; I craved her life. And I had done everything I needed to do to take it and make it mine.But Chelley was b

CHELLEY MORETTI “Don’t ever call me your sister!” I said, almost calmly. “I am Mrs Moretti to you!” My tone carrying authority and resentment, Cierra froze for a second; she didn’t expect that sternness. I bet she still thinks the slap I gave her was in her dream. “Umm. Mrs Moretti, welcome to my house…” She escorted us in; the ambience was sophisticated, with my company’s money… the ones they stole from me. It made my blood boil, everything these people did to me. And when I got to the dining table, Alec was sitting laughing hysterically like a bottom feeder with Lady Claudia, who sat at the head of the table. It was quite laughable; shouldn’t the host and owner be the ones at the head table? Vera Moretti, too, was sat opposite Alec. I bet she detests me more than ever after Cassian beat her husband to a pulp because of me. This table was practically a collection of my bitterest enemies. When I reached the head of the table, I paused. Lady Claudia offered me a tight smi

CASSANDRA EMERITUS The scent of vanilla frosting and fresh flowers filled the air on this floor. I stood in the middle of the dining room, directing the maids with curt, precise gestures. Today was Asher's birthday, and every decoration… the sapphire blue balloons, the gilded banner… all had to be perfectly arranged. This was my moment to appear like the caring, attentive mother, especially for the photographers I'd hired. I must outdo Chelley in this duty…A shift in the atmosphere alerted me to her presence. Shana glided in. I never knew I’d have to connive with this reckless bitch one day, but I needed her as a tool to get rid of Chelley, especially with her closeness with Cassian lately, and I will get that done tonight. Shana walked straight to me, her eyes darting quickly over the staff before she leaned in. Her voice was a low, anxious whisper. "Cassandra, what is the plan? What do you need me to do?"I waved a hand dismissively at the nearest maids. "Give us some distanc