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While the Grand Ballroom was spiraling into pure, unadulterated madness the red sirens flashing, the press cameras blinding the crowd, and federal marshals snapping heavy iron handcuffs onto Silas and Beatrice Lydia saw her fleeting window of survival. With Charlie thrashing in a pool of his own blood on the stage and every eye locked onto the public downfall of her parents, Lydia lowered her head, buried her face in her hands, and let out a series of high-pitched, fake hysterical sobs.Clutching her emerald green dress tightly around her waist, she pressed her trembling hands over her strategic, heavy silicone padding, pretending to be a heartbroken, overwhelmed pregnant woman on the verge of fainting."My baby... my poor husband!" she shrieked for the benefit of the nearby reporters, using the surging, panicked crowd of billionaires as a human shield.Two venue security guards tried to step in her direction to offer medical assistance, but Lydia pushed past them violently, screaming

The rain slicked streets of Manhattan glistened under the amber streetlights as Tyler’s armored Maybach glided smoothly through the late-night quiet.Inside the quiet cabin, the deafening screams of the paparazzi, the flashing floodlights, and the chaotic sirens of the Grand Gala felt a million miles away. Little Leo, utterly exhausted from the long, dramatic evening, was fast asleep in his car seat, his head resting gently against a plush cashmere blanket, his breathing soft and rhythmic.Tyler drove home with Elara and Leo, his large hand resting over Elara’s on the leather seat between them, his thumb tracing warm, reassuring circles across her skin.As they got home, it was already late at night. The private elevator lifted them straight into the serene warmth of their sprawling penthouse suite overlooking the city lights. Tyler gently unbuckled Leo and carried the sleeping boy in his arms down the dimly lit hallway, with Elara following closely behind. Together, they tucked Leo i

Inside the quiet study of her Upstate retreat, the glowing screens of three tablet computers and a wall mounted television were all tuned to different news channels. Every single broadcast was broadcasting the same historic spectacle: Elara Vance standing tall at the Hawthorne Vance Tower, radiant, dignified, and universally praised as she announced the complete absorption of the Vane Group into Maison d'Elara Global.Lydia watched in helpless, boiling fury as the news anchors gushed over Elara's grace. She saw the social media feeds erupting with praise for the new Supreme CEO, while scrolling banners at the bottom of the screen continuously reminded the world of Silas and Beatrice’s arrest and Charlie’s critical condition in the ICU. To make matters worse, a breaking alert flashed across the screen confirming that all personal accounts, credit lines, and luxury stipends tied to Lydia Vane had been completely frozen by executive order.Seeing all the news about vane family and Vance

The grand glass lobby of the Hawthorne corporate headquarters was packed to capacity. Sunlight streamed across the polished white marble, reflecting the bright logos of Maison d'Elara that had been erected overnight. Dozens of accredited journalists, camera crews, and curious employees lingered near the security turnstiles, waiting for the newly crowned Supreme CEO to descend from her private executive elevator. Outside, the street was lined with broadcast vans. Inside, an eerie, expectant hush settled over the crowd a silence that was violently shattered in a single heartbeat. The heavy front revolving doors burst open with a sharp, echoing thud. Armed with her fake medical certificate, Lydia arranges a public hallway encounter with Elara outside the Hawthorne corporate headquarters. Surrounded by screaming reporters, Lydia lunges toward Elara, weeping hysterically and loudly blaming Elara for causing her traumatic miscarriage, attempting to turn public sympathy against the new CEO

In the grand marble lobby of the Hawthorne corporate headquarters, the flashing floodlights of fifty news crews illuminated the dramatic face-off. Lydia remained on her knees, clutching the gold stamped Certificate of Fetal Loss against her emerald dress, weeping hysterically for the cameras and waving the paper like a flag of war. The whispering reporters and corporate employees on the glass balconies were split down the middle, their hostile murmurs buzzing through the air.Elara stood impassive, towering above her crying sister. She did not flinch, nor did she raise her voice. She simply looked down at Lydia with a cold, piercing green gaze that saw straight through the cheap, theatrical performance."Well I will do my investigation and get back to you I did not even touch or near you during the gala, which proof do you have or do you want me to believe papers?" Elara asked, her voice smooth as silk and sharp as surgical steel, easily picked up by the directional broadcast micropho