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In three days, Damien would know the truth. Part of me was terrified. What if seeing him again hurt? What if I wasn't as over him as I thought? But another part of me, the stronger part, couldn't wait. Because I wasn't the invisible woman anymore. I was Elena Sterling. CEO. Heiress. And I was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. My phone buzzed with a message from Adrian. Adrian: Final guest list approved. The Blackwells are seated front and center. They'll have the best view of your announcement.

Gwen stamped her foot in exasperation and hissed under her breath, "Dad, Mom—that woman next to Ernest is the heiress of Swanson Group!" Mrs. Blanchard, however, remained completely dismissive. "So what if she's an heiress? The fact is, she had the audacity to pick on you. You're the CEO of Blanchard Group, so why are you acting so scared? Hurry up and avenge me. Blacklist these two scumbags right now." She remained as arrogant and overbearing as ever, utterly oblivious to the gravity of the situation. I couldn't help but laugh. Mr. and Mrs. Blanchard truly had no idea who they were dealing with.

"She’s intelligent. Dangerously intelligent. She played the long game before she ever revealed her true name." ​For the first time since the crisis began, Richard Blackwood felt a thrill. ​"I’ve spent my entire life crushing spoiled, entitled heirs," he soliloquized, walking back to the window. "They inherit billions, they get lazy, and they make predictable mistakes. But this one... she built an armor before she ever stepped onto the battlefield. I like that." ​The board members exchanged uneasy glances. With Richard, a compliment was merely the prologue to an execution.

“Smart girl. Don’t worry — I’m not interested in your little love story. I have bigger plans.” He walked to the desk and handed me an envelope — thick, unmarked. “This will cover the exact amount. No more, no less. Deliver it to Heather, and she’ll have no excuse to linger.” I took it, my hands shaking. It was heavier than I expected, like it carried more than just money. “And the favor?” I asked quietly. “When?” His gaze turned cold and his mouth curved into a grin before he said, “It wouldn't be fun if I tell you now, would it, princess?"

“I need you to visit the lawyer’s office and sign the documents to finalize it. Once your signature is in place, it becomes binding.” I nodded slowly, heart pounding. “I know your brothers and your mother will come for you,” he continued, “but I’m appointing people to protect you. Once the high society acknowledges you as the true heir, they’ll have no choice but to accept you. Your brothers , your mom and Olivia, might even grovel.” I blinked in surprise. “Grovel?” He chuckled, then winced in pain. “Yes, my dear. One day, they’ll grovel at your feet.”

And that someone used to be Shane Ryder until Clare claimed him as hers. That night was one of the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. So I push the thought to the back of my mind. Clare is still talking my ear off about how amazing everything looks when two girls walk towards us and I immediately want to run away. It’s Megan Rose and Eden Park, Clare Haistings friends. They both look absolutely amazing in their matching satin oval green dresses and strappy heels. They’ve always matched and I thought it was childish at first then I realized that Clare encourages it only because she looks like a main character when she’s with them.They are mean girls that Clare uses to hide behind in order to k

But the burn didn’t ease the knot in his chest. The news flashed on TV. “In breaking news, the missing Hartman heiress has been found alive after twenty-three years…” Adrian froze. The screen showed Evelyn stepping from a black car, surrounded by cameras. “She’s the missing Hartman heiress,” he whispered. Charlotte paled. “That’s impossible.” Adrian barely heard her. Every cruel word he’d thrown at Evelyn echoed in his head. He’d called her a gold digger, said she didn’t belong. Now she was the richest woman in New York.

My blood. I turned to my father, Alpha Theron, desperate for him to step in, to stop this madness. His tall figure loomed beside me, his presence always commanding. Surely, he would defend me, I thought. Surely, he would put Elias in his place and call of this whole thing. But instead, he pulled me behind him like I was an embarrassment. I nearly hit the ground. “From this day forward,” my father’s voice boomed, carrying over the chaos, “Anette will take Estelle’s place as heir. She will be the one to marry Elias and inherit my position.”

The headline was in bold. ¶ BLIND ITEM: Which billionaire Alpha heir has been spotted playing house with a low-bred Omega bartender and her conveniently-timed pup? Sources say the heir recently tossed aside a high-profile engagement to a well-connected Alpha family in favor of his new... acquisition. Friends close to the jilted fiancée are calling it what it is: calculated entrapment by a financially destitute Omega who used the oldest trick in the book. A trap child.¶ I read it again.

“i..i…am sorry for eavesdropping, I swear I simply got lost in the hallway…” “tsk tsk tsk of course you will be get lost...stupid, you are blind!...blind people get lost all the time, no big deal…but out of all places to be you had to be right here in front of the royal office…right, Like a bitch on heat.” The venomous girl kept drawing close to the blind one as she threw out verbal missiles upon missiles of insults as if making sure to smear it all over the pitiful girl. “No…no…it’s, it’s not true…not true” Hannah stuttered as she stepped backwards.