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Ignoring the older woman's tirade, she shakes her head. It was a whim to have approached them, but she felt they needed to hear her mind. "No matter what victory you achieved today, you can't deny the fact that I'm capable of stealing from you. The famous heiress was once beaten by just a commoner. Don't ever forget that I stole your man. You're such a loser who just got lucky" Alice mockingly sneered while glancing at Justin beside her.

Andrew held up his phone to show me a photograph. My eyes locked onto it immediately. I knew that watch the second I saw it. A year ago, Elyssa had brought me to an auction. She told me to point out anything I wanted from the catalog. I'd picked that watch. She'd raised the bidding paddle and bought it at an astronomical price. I waited a long time, but she never gave it to me. When I finally asked her about it, she said, "I gave it to my cousin."

Back then, he introduced me to everyone as his fiancée, his voice full of pride. But after Molly came back, I became a liability to his business empire. I admitted that I'd always been a little too blinded by love. Even after the pain, I comforted myself with the thought that as long as I passed his test, things could go back to the way they were. But after hearing Molly's inner thoughts, I finally understood. The moment I gave in once, Steven would only push further and further. What waited for me afterward would be endless suffering, and eventually, even death.

Carmen played with her hair as she circled around him. “She is mine,” he hissed. “Cronous stole her.” “And he’ll keep her forever unless you change your strategy, Clyde. Brute force clearly isn't working for you,” Carmen said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Vivienne felt something inside her fracture. “She wasn’t trying to steal Laurent,” Vivienne said slowly. Helena shook her head. “No.” Vivienne’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She was trying to reclaim it.” Helena didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Marcus ran a hand through his hair. “So this whole time…” Daniel finished the thought. “This wasn’t about inheritance.” Vivienne’s chest rose and fell unevenly. “It was about ownership.” Ownership of secrets. Ownership of power. Ownership of truth.

“Check the entertainment pages.” I put him on speaker and opened my browser. The headlines loaded one after another like a series of small detonations. Adrian Cole Mystery Fiancée — Gold Digger or Cinderella? From Broken Engagement to Billionaire — The Calculated Rise of Lucy Vale. Lucy Vale a Gold Digger— Who Manipulated The CEO Into a Hasty Engagement After Her Failed Relationship. They uploaded everything. Raphael. The broken engagement. My father’s medical bills — reframed with surgical cruelty to paint a picture of desperation.

Then he spent the next ten years engineering a way to acquire the daughter anyway, through a blood debt that was fabricated and a marriage contract that was designed to deliver me into his family. Everything I'd experienced since the rehearsal dinner was the final stage of a plan that started before I was born. Julian's assault. Ezra's deal. The wedding hijack. The corporate war. All of it was the last chapter of a story that began with Victor Crane losing the woman he loved and deciding that losing was unacceptable. I pressed my hands against the porch steps. The wood was rough under my palms. Real. Solid. I needed something solid because everything else was shifting. My understanding of my

Her rival in love, the one who stole Carlos away from her. "You!" Hailey said in irritation. “Yes, me! Bitch!” With one swing, Kate’s fist met Hailey’s nose.

The shy smile of hers warmed me. We sat in silence, the leather of the car cold against us, until I took out a silver locket, embossed with S&V. “For you,” I said, and put it around her neck, my fingers touching her. “I’m with you, always.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she said, “Stefan, I’m not good enough for you.” “You deserve everything,” I said. Just as she got out and prepared to go back inside, my phone vibrated with a text from Gideon with a video link, and a news alert: Clawford Heiress’s Bribery Confession.