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Anna's POV James nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. He loved a good game just as much as I did, and he thrived on the thrill of outsmarting the competition. “You know, they’ve underestimated you for far too long. They have no idea what’s coming.” “Exactly,” I said, feeling a surge of dete
**Anna's POV** I made my way over to the section where Chloe was browsing, pretending to admire a dress. “You know, Chloe,” I said casually, “I’ve heard a lot about this anniversary. It sounds like it’s going to be quite the event.” She glanced at me, her expression guarded. “Of course it will b
**Anna's POV** I decided to visit one of the most renowned fashion designers in the industry, someone Harvey had introduced me to. She was internationally acclaimed for her exquisite work and attention to detail, exactly the kind of person I needed for the vision I had in mind. As I walked into he
**Anna's POV** “Ma’am, please try not to cry,” the makeup artist pleaded gently, noticing the glassy look in my eyes. “It’ll ruin the makeup, and we’ve worked so hard to get everything perfect.” I glanced at her and couldn’t help but smile, seeing the anxiety etched on her face as though she was
**Anna's POV** The grandeur of the Scott family’s 30th anniversary party was as ostentatious as I had expected. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting shimmering lights across the room, and the tables were adorned with elaborate floral arrangements. The air was filled with the buzz of
**Anna's POV** Chloe, always eager to keep the spotlight on herself, suddenly turned towards the stage and tapped her champagne glass with her manicured nails to get everyone’s attention. The chatter in the room gradually died down as she and Luca stepped up to the microphone, all eyes now focused
**Anna's POV** Sitting in the car with the soft hum of the engine in the background, I replayed the video for what must have been the tenth time, each viewing only deepening my sense of disgust. The grainy footage on my phone screen showed Chloe with a man who was clearly not her husband, Luca. Th
**Anna's The young man didn’t bother with a proper answer. Instead, he moved closer, his intentions clear as day. “I missed you, Chloe,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with that overconfident charm that only boys his age could muster. He didn’t wait for an invitation; his hands were on h