"Please," Penelope's voice cracked as she knelt before Ashlyn. "I know I've wronged you. Can you ever forgive me?"The gathered crowd watched in stunned silence as the once-proud Penelope Cole debased herself.Ashlyn's lips curved into a cold smile. "Forgiveness? Oh, I forgive. But forget?" She leaned down, her whisper carrying across the silent hall. "Never."Penelope's shoulders shook as she rose unsteadily, mascara streaking her cheeks. She turned to flee, her heels clicking against the marble floor."Penelope, wait!" Christopher caught her arm. He turned to Ashlyn, face flushed with anger. "You've gone too far. This public humiliation—""Too far?" Ashlyn's laugh was crystalline. "Tell me, Christopher, what exactly have I done wrong?""You're being aggressive, vindictive—""By not submitting?" Ashlyn's eyebrow arched. "By not playing the meek little girl anymore?""That's not—""Shall we discuss who really has the right to be aggressive?" She began ticking off points on her manicur
"Miss Knight! Miss Knight, can you hear me?"The voice pierced through Ashlyn's fog of consciousness like a distant echo. Her eyelids felt heavy, and a sharp pain radiated from her forehead."Get up! How dare you still pretend to be unconscious?" Christopher's voice cut through the air like ice.Ashlyn's eyes fluttered open. The pristine white marble steps of the church swam into focus, now stained with droplets of red. Her wedding dress, once pure white, was smeared with dirt and blood."I trusted you, Ashlyn." Christopher's voice dripped with contempt. "To think I almost married a woman who's been sleeping around behind my back.""What... what are you talking about?" Her voice came out as a whisper."Oh, now you're playing innocent?" He laughed bitterly. "First the affairs, and now attempting to kill Penelope? You've shown your true colors today.""Kill... Penelope?" The words felt foreign on her tongue."Stop the act!" Christopher grabbed the wedding bouquet from a nearby chair. "Y
Ashlyn sat at her vanity, methodically removing the thick layers of makeup with a cotton pad. Her hands trembled slightly as she wiped away the last traces of foundation. "Miss Knight?" A nurse knocked at the door. "Your step mother would like to know when you will be discharged.""Tell her I'm indisposed." Her voice came out stronger than she expected.As the nurse’s footsteps faded, Ashlyn stared at her reflection. The face looking back at her was identical to Commander Hannah's – every curve, every angle, even the small scar near her left eyebrow."I promise you, Ashlyn," she whispered to the mirror. "I'll make them pay for what they did to you."Her phone buzzed. A message from the family lawyer: "Miss Knight, regarding your mother's shares..."Before she could finish reading, voices drifted up from the garden below her hospital window. She recognized Mrs. White's distinctive tone."Christopher, darling, think about it logically." Mrs. White's voice carried clearly through the ev
"Get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow." Richard said, with a caring voice.At the mansion, an elderly butler greeted them with barely contained excitement."Master Walker! We've prepared the rose suite for the new mistress. I've ordered her favorite champagne, and-""Maxwell." Richard's voice cut through the butler's enthusiasm. "Prepare the blue room instead. And set up the study next to mine."Maxwell's face fell. "But sir, the blue room? That's... that's a warrior's quarter. And Miss Knight's reputation suggests she prefers-""The blue room," Richard repeated firmly. "And get her some proper clothes. Nothing pink.""Yes, sir." Maxwell bowed, clearly confused. "Will you be... sharing a room?""Not tonight." Richard turned to leave. "I need to make a call."In his private office, Richard dialed a number."Jonathan? It's me.""Richard! Did you really get married tonight? The media is going crazy!""Yes." Richard watched Ashlyn through the window as she explored the garden. "I found her
Mrs. Knight's hand trembled in Ashlyn's iron grip. The cold emptiness in her stepdaughter's eyes made her stomach turn. This wasn't the weak, pathetic girl she knew."What happened to you?" Mrs. Knight whispered, trying to mask her unease with anger. This was not the same girl she was used to bullying. She was something else entirely."I woke up." Ashlyn's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "And I'm not afraid of you anymore. Remember this moment, because soon you'll be living like the animal you truly are."Mrs. Knight's hand froze mid-air as Ashlyn caught her wrist. The elderly woman experienced a sudden stop in her breathing when she saw the empty gaze in her stepdaughter's eyes. Ashlyn cautioned in a gentle tone, "Try it again and I will make sure you spend the rest of your days living as the animal you really are." Mrs. Knight pulled her hand away quickly and began to massage her wrist. "How dare you threaten me in my own home!""Your home?" Ashlyn's laugh was
Christopher's grip on Ashlyn's arm tightened. "What happened to you? How could you be so evil?""Evil?" Ashlyn's cold laugh made him flinch. "What are you going to do about it? Hit me? Go ahead, show everyone what kind of man follows weak women around like a pet dog."Christopher's fist clenched, but he froze when he met her hollow stare. Something in those eyes made his blood run cold.Ashlyn yanked her arm free with surprising strength. "Touch me again, and you'll regret it." She turned to Penelope. "As for you, dear sister, you'll be on your knees begging before I'm done with you. Where's the script?""I-I'm not sure what you mean," Penelope said hesitantly. "Repulsive." Ashlyn cleaned her hands with her dress. "The two of you." She stopped next to a cherry blossom tree outdoors. "I swear to you," she murmured to the breeze, "I will fulfill your wishes." At the dining table, Richard studied her face carefully. "Rough morning?""Nothing I can't handle." Ashlyn straightened. "Actu
The auction hall buzzed with whispers after Richard's bold bid."Twenty million... just like that!""Did you see Christopher's face?""That's what real money looks like."Penelope dug her nails into Christopher's arm. "Why couldn't you bid higher?""Penelope, that's more than our company's quarterly profit—""I don't care! I wanted that diamond!"Ashlyn fingered the magnificent necklace. "Richard, this is excessive.""The look on their faces? Priceless." Richard smirked. "Besides, diamonds suit you better than her."Later at Sparkle & Shine, Jonathan's jaw dropped when Ashlyn entered his office. "Mrs. Walker? You're Richard's wife?""Surprised?""Shocked is more accurate. Richard never mentioned—""I'd like you to remain president," Ashlyn interrupted. "I'm still studying, and the company needs experienced leadership."Jonathan studied her carefully. "You're nothing like the rumors suggest.""Oh?" Ashlyn placed a thick script on his desk. "What do the rumors say?""That you're unsta
"Oh, Ashlyn." Penelope's voice dripped with false concern. "I should warn you about Jonathan. He's just using you to get back at the Knights.""Am I such a fool, Penelope?" Ashlyn's smile was razor-sharp. "Or are you already scared?""Scared?" Penelope laughed nervously. "Of you?"Christopher stepped forward. "If you want to degrade yourself, go ahead. Jonathan shouldn't waste his time.""Bold words from someone who lost a bidding war so spectacularly," Jonathan remarked. "Then again, you've always been blind when it comes to certain things... or people.""What's that supposed to mean?""If you don't know, you're even more foolish than I thought."Penelope touched Ashlyn's arm. "We're just worried. Without us to guide you—"Ashlyn jerked away. "Your concern is noted and dismissed.""Mrs. Walker," Jonathan interrupted, "perhaps we should go. Your husband might worry if you wander too long.""Afraid of Richard, Jonathan?" Christopher sneered."Merely preserving my life. Richard can be q
"Please," Penelope's voice cracked as she knelt before Ashlyn. "I know I've wronged you. Can you ever forgive me?"The gathered crowd watched in stunned silence as the once-proud Penelope Cole debased herself.Ashlyn's lips curved into a cold smile. "Forgiveness? Oh, I forgive. But forget?" She leaned down, her whisper carrying across the silent hall. "Never."Penelope's shoulders shook as she rose unsteadily, mascara streaking her cheeks. She turned to flee, her heels clicking against the marble floor."Penelope, wait!" Christopher caught her arm. He turned to Ashlyn, face flushed with anger. "You've gone too far. This public humiliation—""Too far?" Ashlyn's laugh was crystalline. "Tell me, Christopher, what exactly have I done wrong?""You're being aggressive, vindictive—""By not submitting?" Ashlyn's eyebrow arched. "By not playing the meek little girl anymore?""That's not—""Shall we discuss who really has the right to be aggressive?" She began ticking off points on her manicur
"Wait," Ashlyn's voice cut through Penelope's oath like a knife. "You're not finished."Penelope's hand trembled mid-air. "What more could you possibly want?""Everything." Ashlyn's smile didn't reach her eyes. "If you break this oath, you forfeit everything.""What do you mean by everything?""Your family name. Your possessions. Your home." Ashlyn stepped closer. "Every single person who calls you family or friend."Gasps echoed through the banquet hall."You can't be serious," Penelope's voice shook."Dead serious." Ashlyn's eyes glinted. "Like your friend was."The color drained from Penelope's face. "Don't...""Don't what? Mention how the real Ashlyn died?" "That was an accident—""Was it?" Ashlyn's laugh was hollow. "Like the forged documents were an accident?"Penelope's hands clenched at her sides. "You're punishing me.""No, I'm protecting what's mine." Ashlyn circled her slowly. "Now swear it. Properly.""This is insane!" Christopher stepped forward. "You can't demand—""I c
The crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across the White family's grand banquet hall as Ashlyn's voice rang out clear and sharp."Swear it, Penelope. Swear you'll never claim my mother's shares.""This isn't... I can't just..." Penelope wrung her hands. "These are complex company matters. There are board members, stakeholders—""I'm not asking you to decide company matters," Ashlyn's tone was razor-sharp. "I'm asking you to renounce what was never yours to begin with.""The board needs to—""The board?" Ashlyn laughed. "The same board that approved those forged documents?"Whispers rippled through the gathered crowd."Now wait just a minute!" Ava's shrill voice cut through the tension. "Who do you think you are? Some orphan girl who got lucky with a few investments?""Mother, please—" Penelope tried to intervene."No! I won't stand here and watch this nobody threaten my daughter!" Ava's face was red with fury. "Penelope has worked tirelessly for Knight Industries. She deserves th
"You want me to what?" Penelope's voice echoed through the now-silent ballroom."Renounce any claim to the Knight shares," Ashlyn repeated calmly. "Publicly. Right here, right now.""But those shares—""Belonged to my mother," Ashlyn's voice cut like glass. "Before someone forged her signature."The crowd's murmurs grew louder."You can't do this!" Ava stepped forward, her designer heels clicking against the marble. "Those shares are legally Penelope's now!""Legal?" Jonathan laughed darkly. "Is that what we're calling fraud these days?""The documentation—""Was forged," Mrs. Henderson interrupted. "We all saw the proof.""This is ridiculous!" Ava's face flushed. "Penelope has been a faithful steward of those shares for years!""Faithful?" Lady Morrison's voice dripped with contempt. "Is that what we're calling embezzlement now?""I never—" Penelope started."The quarterly reports tell a different story," Jonathan pulled out his tablet. "Shall we review the discrepancies?""Those rep
The silence in the ballroom was deafening after the chaos of the previous moments. Penelope stood in the center, all eyes boring into her."I can explain," Penelope's voice quivered. "Everything I did... I thought I was protecting Christopher.""By stealing another woman's gifts?" Lady Morrison scoffed."By forging documents?" Mrs. Henderson added."I was afraid!" Penelope's eyes darted around the room. "Ashlyn was different... she had this way about her. I thought she'd take everything from me!""Take everything?" Jonathan laughed. "The orphan girl who barely spoke at events? Who worked twice as hard to prove herself worthy?""You don't understand—""We understand perfectly," Mrs. White's voice was steel. "You saw a threat where there was none, and you destroyed an innocent girl's life."Penelope's shoulders slumped. Her carefully constructed world was crumbling."I..." she turned to Ashlyn, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."Ashlyn's expression remained im
"You planned this!" Christopher's voice echoed through the ballroom. "All of it! Just to humiliate me in front of Father!""Planned what exactly?" Ashlyn's voice was razor-sharp. "Your public accusations? Your unfounded jealousy? Your complete lack of evidence?""You manipulated everyone—""Oh, please," Lady Morrison interrupted. "We all saw what happened. The girl handled herself with more grace than you deserved.""If it wasn't for Jonathan stepping in," Mrs. Henderson added, "you would have physically assaulted her!""I would never—""Like you never did before?" Jonathan's voice cut through. "Shall we review the security footage from last month's gala?""That was different! She provoked—""She existed," Mrs. White's voice was ice. "That seems to be her only crime."Christopher spun toward his mother. "You're taking her side?""There are no sides here, only facts." Mrs. White's eyes were hard. "And the facts show you threatening a major shareholder.""She's not just a shareholder! S
"Well, can you blame her?" Lady Morrison's voice dripped with disdain. "Three years without a single gift? I'd have accepted a diamond from the devil himself!""My late husband gave me something every month," Mrs. Henderson added. "Even if it was just flowers."The murmurs of agreement grew louder."I was busy with the company—" Christopher started."Not too busy for Penelope's gifts, apparently," someone called out.Christopher's mouth opened and closed, his eyes meeting Ashlyn's icy stare."Nothing to say now?" Ashlyn's voice was soft. "No more accusations?""I... I didn't realize—""That's your problem, isn't it?" Jonathan stepped forward. "You never realize. Never notice. Never think.""Stay out of this!" Christopher snapped."Why should he?" Steven White's voice boomed. "He's right. Your judgment has been... questionable.""Father, please—""Five hundred million in diamonds," Steven continued. "Do you know what that means?""It means someone's trying to buy their way into our com
"I'm sorry," Penelope's voice trembled. "I told Mother I saw a man buy Ashlyn's diamond. I didn't mean to start all this...""Wait a moment," Lady Morrison's fan stilled. "Mr. Ross, you said you facilitated the sale, but you didn't actually purchase it?"Jonathan's smile was enigmatic. "I merely handled the paperwork."The room buzzed with whispers."Then who bought it?" Mrs. Henderson leaned forward eagerly. "Five hundred million dollars isn't pocket change, even in our circles."All eyes turned to Ashlyn."A gift," she said simply. "From someone who saw me as precious as the diamond itself.""A gift?" Christopher scoffed. "What man gives a five-hundred-million-dollar gift without expecting something in return?""A better man than you," Ashlyn's voice was ice. "Tell me, Christopher, what evidence do you have of any impropriety?""The diamond itself is evidence!""Is it?" Ashlyn touched the jewels at her throat. "Like all those gifts you gave me over the years?"The room went silent.
"I suggest you choose your next words carefully," Jonathan's voice cut through the murmurs. "Slander is a serious offense, especially when directed at a major shareholder.""He's right," Lady Morrison interjected. "Where's your proof, Christopher?"Christopher's jaw clenched. "You don't know her like I do. She's capable—""Capable of what exactly?" Jonathan's smile was razor-sharp. "Because I've overseen Miss Ashlyn's affairs since she left the White mansion. Every meeting, every transaction, every movement.""You weren't there today!""Actually, I was." Jonathan checked his phone. "2:15 PM - Miss Ashlyn visits her apartment to collect belongings. 3:45 PM - Arrives at the Ritz-Carlton to prepare for tonight's event.""Lies! Penelope said—" Christopher stopped abruptly.The room went deadly quiet."Said what?" Ashlyn's voice was dangerously soft."I..." Christopher turned to Penelope. "You told me she left with a man!"Penelope's face paled. "I... I just said someone helped with her ba