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Kingsley’s hand settled at the small of my back the second we crossed the threshold. Not possessive enough to be vulgar nor casual enough to be accidental. It was proprietary. My spine stiffened instinctively, but I didn’t dare pull away, cameras were everywhere, hidden and obvious, lenses catching reflections in polished surfaces. This wasn’t just shopping. This was a theater. I leaned into him slightly, letting my shoulder brush his chest, my smile sharp and practiced. I could play this role in my sleep. The cold heiress, the untouchable fiancée. My blue eyes were bright with a joy that never quite reached them.

If she tries to take it from me, I will destroy her. I’ve spent too long building this mask to let it slip now. When my parents look at me, they see the daughter they raised. When society looks at me, they see the flawless Black heiress. When Lucas looks at me, he will see his future wife. And when Hannah looks at me? I will smile at her, hug her, whisper “welcome home” while quietly tightening the noose

she said. "Yup," I replied. "She's an heiress. And it turned out that she looks exactly like me." "Omigosh, really?" she exclaimed with wide eyes. "Yeah…" I said. "One thing led to another, and now I have to be Isabella Domitia while she runs off to happily ever after with her boyfriend." 'Actually, I doubt it's going to be happily ever after,' I thought, thinking of how untrustworthy Elijah was. "But that's where it gets crazy," I added.

I was going to make sure that Hannah Vanes name was synonymous with power with control and with fairness. I turned back to the ballroom. I could see the guests leaving their shoulders hunched against the scandal they would talk about at home. Tomorrow the headlines would be crazy; the stock market would be too. The world would try to understand how I, the "Hidden Heiress " had taken control of the company. But I wasn't the "Hidden Heiress" anymore; I was Hannah Vane. I was ready to take on the world.

As a billionaire heiress who'd survived being orphaned, hunted, and nearly broken. But not broken. Never fully broken.

“Now it’s time for your truth.” I frown. “What truth, Grandma? That I didn’t really die two years ago? That I only hid until Father’s killer could be found?” She hesitates. Breath sharp. Then her gaze hardens, fierce, determined. “No. The truth I’ve hidden from everyone. That you, Alexa Hills, are the heiress to Hills Corps and Hills Fusion. And now, it’s time to announce you as the rightful owner.” I stare at her, stunned. The air rips out of my lungs.

I was smiling when I left Azrael’s building. Even after all that — the unsettling opulence, his cryptic smirk, and the way his words coiled around me like chains made of silk — I was smiling. Because I had done it. I had the money. I could finally pay Heather back. I could finally unshackle Theo from her control. Even if I have sold my soul to the devil, it was all worth it if it would mean that I would help Theo.

Ethan liked lake views and high floors, so I bought this place and decorated it to his taste. I had even wanted to add his name to the deed, but my lawyer reminded me Bellandi assets were never transferred casually. I opened the closet and started packing. I didn't touch Ethan's suits, ties, or cuff links. I packed only my dresses, passport, jewelry, and several contracts. That evening, the real estate agent came to take photos. He saw the wedding portrait on the wall and hesitated. "Mrs. Hale, should we take this down?" I looked at the woman in the photo.

"You have a husband who refuses to let you carry anything alone. I've already hired a capable personal assistant who's been fully briefed on everything you'll need tomorrow. All you have to do is walk in." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "What would I do without you?" He thought about it for a long moment. "Nothing," he said. "Absolutely nothing." "You're so proud of yourself." "Extremely." He scooped me up, bridal style, already moving toward the bedroom. "Now let me show you an upgraded version of Patricia and Marcus's advice.” *** By morning, every major outlet in the country had a headline. LENNOX HEIRESS RISES FROM THE DEAD, RECLAIMS BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."