Chapter 22"What do you mean you won't help us?" Emily's voice could have frozen fire as she stared down the priest. "After everything our family has done for this church?"Father Michael stood firm in the empty cathedral. "Mrs. Caldwell, spreading false claims about Miss Smith's mental state to block her marriage would be not only unethical but illegal.""Illegal?" Emily's laugh was sharp. "Like you care about legal when my donations pay for your new roof!"But the priest just shook his head. "Alexander Kane has already made it clear any interference will result in immediate legal action. Now, if you'll excuse me..."As he retreated, Emily's phone buzzed. Another text from her security contact: "Sorry, Mrs. C. Kane's team offered triple pay + year-long contracts. Can't help.""Try the backup team," she snapped at Lora. "Everyone has a price."Lora's fingers trembled as she dialed. "They're not answering. None of them are. It's like... it's like they're afraid.""Afraid? Of what?""Ka
Chapter 23The gourmet restaurant's private exit felt different now. Five years ago, Mona had stood here with Samuel, planning their wedding menu while Emily rejected every choice she made. Now she walked out alone, confident in her own selections, no one questioning her taste."Mona."She froze at his voice. Samuel stood blocking her path to the car, looking disheveled in a way she'd never seen before. His usual perfect appearance was gone - replaced by stubble and wrinkled clothes that reeked of whiskey.*Five Years Ago*"Your taste is embarrassing," Emily had snapped, throwing away Mona's carefully planned menu. "Really, Samuel, control your little project before she humiliates us all."Samuel had just laughed, letting his mother take over. Mona had stood silent, fighting back tears.*Present Day*"You can't be here," Mona's voice was cool, controlled. No trace of the woman who used to tremble at his disapproval."Please." He stepped closer. "I just need five minutes."Her security
Chapter 24The cathedral had been transformed beyond recognition. Not the simple elegance of Mona's first wedding, but a display of pure, overwhelming power. A hundred crystal chandeliers created a ceiling of light, each one worth more than most homes. Ten thousand rare white orchids draped every surface, their perfume mixing with imported French roses. The aisle was paved with white petals and real gold dust that sparkled with every step.Outside, crowds gathered twenty deep behind velvet ropes, straining for a glimpse of society's greatest revenge story. Police held back hundreds of paparazzi as a parade of Rolls Royces and Bentleys delivered the elite of the elite - governors, senators, billionaires who rarely showed their faces in public. Private security firms formed a human wall around the cathedral entrance, each guard wearing an earpiece worth thousands.In the bridal suite, Mona stood before a three-way mirror imported from Paris just for this day. Her wedding dress made her
Chapter 25The Caldwell mansion's living room felt like a tomb. The family sat in frozen silence as every TV channel broadcasted their worst nightmare:"Breaking News: The Wedding of the Century - Alexander Kane weds Mona Smith in what experts are calling the most expensive ceremony in city history..."Emily's crystal glass shattered in her grip, blood mixing with spilled whiskey. No one moved to help her."Look at them," Lora's voice shook with rage. "Look at how they're fawning over her like she's some kind of queen!"On screen, Mona floated down the aisle in a dress that made Lora's chosen wedding gown look like something from a department store. The camera lingered on her tiara, once worn by European royalty."Ten million dollars," the reporter gushed. "Just for the dress. Sources say the total wedding cost exceeds the annual budget of most small countries...""Turn it off," Sarah begged. "Just turn it off!"But they couldn't look away. Like watching their own execution, they sat
Chapter 26Morning sunlight filtered through silk curtains, slowly pulling Mona from champagne-hazed dreams. The first thing she registered was warmth, a strong arm draped protectively over her waist, a solid chest pressed against her back. Then came awareness of her own nakedness, and with it, memories of the night before...*Last Night*The reception had finally ended near dawn. They'd stumbled into their suite drunk on victory and hundred-year-old champagne, laughing at some private joke about Emily's face when she saw the wedding photos."To revenge," Alexander had toasted with yet another glass, his eyes dancing with mischief she'd never seen before."To power," she'd corrected, the alcohol making her bold.His eyes had darkened as he moved closer, one hand cupping her face with surprising gentleness. "To us."The kiss that followed wasn't like their calculated public display. This was raw, hungry, years of loneliness meeting desperate need. But even in their passion, he'd been a
Chapter 27The first thing Mona noticed about being a billionaire's wife was the silence. No Emily barking orders, no servants whispering behind their hands. Just peace, broken only by the soft footsteps of staff who anticipated her needs before she knew them herself."Good morning, Mrs. Kane," her new lady's maid Catherine whispered, drawing back curtains worth more than cars. "Your schedule for today..."One week into her new marriage, and Mona still wasn't used to this level of service. Even her time as a Caldwell hadn't prepared her for this kind of wealth.The closet alone was bigger than her old room that she shared with Samuel. Rows of designer clothes, each item tagged with care instructions in multiple languages. Shoes arranged by color and heel height. Jewelry that required its own security team."The Chanel preview is at ten," Catherine continued, laying out three outfit options worth more than houses. "They've closed the entire store for your private shopping."Mona touche
Dawn crept through the mansion's private gymnasium windows, painting the training mats in shades of rose and gold. Mona stood barefoot on the padded floor, her workout clothes a stark contrast to her usual designer suits. Across from her, Alexander moved in slow circles, watching her with intense focus."Your body speaks before your mouth does," he demonstrated, his movements fluid as water. "Every gesture, every shift in stance - it all tells a story."He lunged suddenly. Mona reacted as he'd taught her, redirecting his energy instead of meeting it head-on. His proud smile when she succeeded made her heart race more than the exercise."Good," he murmured, his hands adjusting her stance. "But here..." His fingers traced her spine, encouraging a subtle shift. "Power comes from your core, not just your limbs.""Today is different," he said quietly, circling her. "Today we learn how to survive anything."Something in his voice sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't her gentle husband a
Chapter 1Mona stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, her presence barely acknowledged by the people around her. It was Emily Caldwell’s birthday party, a celebration that should have felt full of warmth, but instead felt like a performance one in which Mona was the unwanted actress. Samuel’s family, his friends, all of them pretended she wasn’t there, or worse, treated her like an inconvenience.The soft murmur of conversation filled the room, interrupted by the occasional laugh or clink of glasses. The night should have been filled with laughter, but every laugh, every comment that wasn’t directed at her, felt like a painful reminder of her place. The Caldwells didn’t even try to hide their disdain anymore. Mona wasn’t just the “lesser” daughter-in-law, she was the joke. A burden to their perfect, polished family.She shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the glass of champagne in her hand. The cold liquid felt insignificant, yet she needed something to hold onto something to ground
Dawn crept through the mansion's private gymnasium windows, painting the training mats in shades of rose and gold. Mona stood barefoot on the padded floor, her workout clothes a stark contrast to her usual designer suits. Across from her, Alexander moved in slow circles, watching her with intense focus."Your body speaks before your mouth does," he demonstrated, his movements fluid as water. "Every gesture, every shift in stance - it all tells a story."He lunged suddenly. Mona reacted as he'd taught her, redirecting his energy instead of meeting it head-on. His proud smile when she succeeded made her heart race more than the exercise."Good," he murmured, his hands adjusting her stance. "But here..." His fingers traced her spine, encouraging a subtle shift. "Power comes from your core, not just your limbs.""Today is different," he said quietly, circling her. "Today we learn how to survive anything."Something in his voice sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't her gentle husband a
Chapter 27The first thing Mona noticed about being a billionaire's wife was the silence. No Emily barking orders, no servants whispering behind their hands. Just peace, broken only by the soft footsteps of staff who anticipated her needs before she knew them herself."Good morning, Mrs. Kane," her new lady's maid Catherine whispered, drawing back curtains worth more than cars. "Your schedule for today..."One week into her new marriage, and Mona still wasn't used to this level of service. Even her time as a Caldwell hadn't prepared her for this kind of wealth.The closet alone was bigger than her old room that she shared with Samuel. Rows of designer clothes, each item tagged with care instructions in multiple languages. Shoes arranged by color and heel height. Jewelry that required its own security team."The Chanel preview is at ten," Catherine continued, laying out three outfit options worth more than houses. "They've closed the entire store for your private shopping."Mona touche
Chapter 26Morning sunlight filtered through silk curtains, slowly pulling Mona from champagne-hazed dreams. The first thing she registered was warmth, a strong arm draped protectively over her waist, a solid chest pressed against her back. Then came awareness of her own nakedness, and with it, memories of the night before...*Last Night*The reception had finally ended near dawn. They'd stumbled into their suite drunk on victory and hundred-year-old champagne, laughing at some private joke about Emily's face when she saw the wedding photos."To revenge," Alexander had toasted with yet another glass, his eyes dancing with mischief she'd never seen before."To power," she'd corrected, the alcohol making her bold.His eyes had darkened as he moved closer, one hand cupping her face with surprising gentleness. "To us."The kiss that followed wasn't like their calculated public display. This was raw, hungry, years of loneliness meeting desperate need. But even in their passion, he'd been a
Chapter 25The Caldwell mansion's living room felt like a tomb. The family sat in frozen silence as every TV channel broadcasted their worst nightmare:"Breaking News: The Wedding of the Century - Alexander Kane weds Mona Smith in what experts are calling the most expensive ceremony in city history..."Emily's crystal glass shattered in her grip, blood mixing with spilled whiskey. No one moved to help her."Look at them," Lora's voice shook with rage. "Look at how they're fawning over her like she's some kind of queen!"On screen, Mona floated down the aisle in a dress that made Lora's chosen wedding gown look like something from a department store. The camera lingered on her tiara, once worn by European royalty."Ten million dollars," the reporter gushed. "Just for the dress. Sources say the total wedding cost exceeds the annual budget of most small countries...""Turn it off," Sarah begged. "Just turn it off!"But they couldn't look away. Like watching their own execution, they sat
Chapter 24The cathedral had been transformed beyond recognition. Not the simple elegance of Mona's first wedding, but a display of pure, overwhelming power. A hundred crystal chandeliers created a ceiling of light, each one worth more than most homes. Ten thousand rare white orchids draped every surface, their perfume mixing with imported French roses. The aisle was paved with white petals and real gold dust that sparkled with every step.Outside, crowds gathered twenty deep behind velvet ropes, straining for a glimpse of society's greatest revenge story. Police held back hundreds of paparazzi as a parade of Rolls Royces and Bentleys delivered the elite of the elite - governors, senators, billionaires who rarely showed their faces in public. Private security firms formed a human wall around the cathedral entrance, each guard wearing an earpiece worth thousands.In the bridal suite, Mona stood before a three-way mirror imported from Paris just for this day. Her wedding dress made her
Chapter 23The gourmet restaurant's private exit felt different now. Five years ago, Mona had stood here with Samuel, planning their wedding menu while Emily rejected every choice she made. Now she walked out alone, confident in her own selections, no one questioning her taste."Mona."She froze at his voice. Samuel stood blocking her path to the car, looking disheveled in a way she'd never seen before. His usual perfect appearance was gone - replaced by stubble and wrinkled clothes that reeked of whiskey.*Five Years Ago*"Your taste is embarrassing," Emily had snapped, throwing away Mona's carefully planned menu. "Really, Samuel, control your little project before she humiliates us all."Samuel had just laughed, letting his mother take over. Mona had stood silent, fighting back tears.*Present Day*"You can't be here," Mona's voice was cool, controlled. No trace of the woman who used to tremble at his disapproval."Please." He stepped closer. "I just need five minutes."Her security
Chapter 22"What do you mean you won't help us?" Emily's voice could have frozen fire as she stared down the priest. "After everything our family has done for this church?"Father Michael stood firm in the empty cathedral. "Mrs. Caldwell, spreading false claims about Miss Smith's mental state to block her marriage would be not only unethical but illegal.""Illegal?" Emily's laugh was sharp. "Like you care about legal when my donations pay for your new roof!"But the priest just shook his head. "Alexander Kane has already made it clear any interference will result in immediate legal action. Now, if you'll excuse me..."As he retreated, Emily's phone buzzed. Another text from her security contact: "Sorry, Mrs. C. Kane's team offered triple pay + year-long contracts. Can't help.""Try the backup team," she snapped at Lora. "Everyone has a price."Lora's fingers trembled as she dialed. "They're not answering. None of them are. It's like... it's like they're afraid.""Afraid? Of what?""Ka
The amber liquid in Samuel's glass couldn't drown out the memories. Not tonight. Not after seeing her face plastered across every screen in the city. He sat alone in the dark corner of his favorite bar, where even the bartender knew better than to disturb him."Hell of a ring Kane got her."Jerome's voice cut through his drunken haze. His oldest friend, the only one who'd ever called him out on his treatment of Mona, slid into the seat across from him, uninvited and unwelcome."Not now, Jerome."But the memories came anyway, triggered by the whiskey and guilt:*Five Years Ago*Mona in that simple white dress, eyes shining with love as she walked down the aisle. He'd actually felt something then - a warmth in his chest he'd never admitted to anyone."I love you," she'd whispered after their first dance. "I'll always love you."He'd kissed her instead of responding. Easier than lying. Easier than admitting he was already planning to use her father's company.*Present Day*"Fifteen carat
Chapter 20The television's glow cast harsh shadows across the Caldwell mansion's living room. Emily stood rigid, champagne glass trembling in her grip as she watched her worst nightmare unfold on every news channel."Breaking news: Business titan Alexander Kane announces engagement to Mona Smith in what's being called the society event of the decade..."The crystal glass shattered in Emily's hand. No one moved to help her as blood mixed with spilled champagne."That whore!" Emily's scream was primal. "That conniving little gold-digging whore!"On screen, Mona glowed in midnight blue silk as Alexander slipped a massive diamond onto her finger. The reporters couldn't stop gushing:"Fifteen carats of flawless diamond...""Estimated value over ten million dollars...""The dress alone costs more than most homes...""Turn it off," Lora whimpered from the couch. "Just turn it off!"But no one moved. They watched, transfixed, as their humiliation played out in high definition."Sources say t