Chapter 6

**Kate's POV**

There isn’t an unattractive woman in the world—just one without money or peace of mind. Get both, and men line up, ready to die for you, maybe even kill for you.

I can testify to that. Ms. Janet has transformed me into a different person entirely in just a week, and I can see how beautiful and worthy I am. I shouldn't have self-harmed this beautiful self for any man. No woman should.

Tomorrow, Ms. Janet will announce the arrival of the Hera Queen—me.

But before that, I decide to get myself my dream car. A Tesla. It’s something I’ve longed for but never even considered owning. I thought as long as I stayed loyal to Kyle, everything would be alright. But I was wrong.

As the car stops in front of the showroom, Helena, my personal assistant, immediately gets out and opens the door for me. I step out, wearing a form-fitting red dress that clings to my curves and high heels that click sharply on the pavement.

Every man and passerby has their eyes on me, lingering, devouring, but I’m used to it. The attention is my new normal.

Then, a bold asshole steps forward. “Wow, pretty lady, you’re radiating confidence. Let me have your number.”

I glance at him and smile before walking past, only for him to block my path.

“Hey, babe, I’m talking to you. Don’t just walk past me like that. Do you even know who I am? I’m sure you’ll regret it if you find out,” he says, full of himself.

I nod and reply calmly, “I don’t care… please,” and try to pass again, but he blocks me a second time.

“You must be doing this because you don’t know me. I’m the heir of Quill Legacy Company!” he boasts.

He just makes it worse. I have no idea what Quill Legacy is. “Does a company like that even exist? Wow, I don’t know, and I don’t care,” I say, brushing him off.

His face twists in anger. “What? Did you just say you don’t know Quill Legacy? Are you ridiculing us?”

“So, being ignorant of an unknown company means ridiculing them? Good, I’m glad I did it,” I shoot back.

“You must have a death wish,” he snarls. “Look, you’re pretty, so I’ll forgive you. Right now, I’ll send you $300,000—no man would do that for you.”

I smile gently, leaning in slightly. “How about I triple it? Make it a million, and you can vanish from in front of me.”

His eyes flare with anger, his pride clearly wounded. “What! You think you’re rich? You don’t have $1 million!” he sneers, stepping closer. “Just because you came out of a car with a pretty face, you think you can talk to me like that? You’re nothing but a—”

“Watch your mouth,” Helena cuts in sharply, her voice dripping with cold fury. “Or I’ll make sure you regret every word that comes out of it.”

But he doesn’t listen. “You think you can scare me? You’re just another gold-digging— bitc..”

Before he can finish, I step closer, my eyes narrowing into slits. “You’re pathetic,” I spit. “A coward hiding behind your so-called unknown legacy, thinking your daddy’s money makes you someone important. Newsflash, it doesn’t. You’re still nothing but a spoiled little boy who throws a tantrum when he doesn’t get his way.”

His face turns crimson with rage. “You—” he stammers, raising his hand to slap me, only for it to be hung up in the air by Helena.

“Don’t even think about it,” Helena says, her voice calm but deadly serious. Helena is more like my bodyguard, a trained assassin.

He struggles against her, his pride refusing to let him back down. “Let go of me, you bitch... do you know who you’re doing this to!” he spits, trying to pull his hand free.

Helena’s response is immediate. She tightens her grip, crushing his fingers with a force that makes him gasp. The arrogance drains from his face as pain takes over, his eyes widening in shock.

“What the hell…!” he chokes out, the bravado in his voice faltering. He attempts to curse, but the pain is too intense, forcing him to bite down on his lip.

Helena doesn’t loosen her hold.

His tough exterior crumbles as he realizes he’s outmatched. The pain becomes unbearable, and with a strangled cry, he drops to one knee. Panic replaces the anger in his eyes, and he begins to beg, his voice cracking. “Please, stop! I’m sorry! Just let go!”

Helena doesn’t release him immediately. She holds him there, her grip like a vise, making sure the lesson sinks in. “Apologize,” she demands, her voice leaving no room for argument. “To her.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, I swear!” he blurts out, desperation lacing every word. “Please, just let go!”

Finally satisfied, Helena releases her grip, and he collapses onto the ground, cradling his injured hand. Tears well in his eyes, and the once-cocky man is now a trembling mess at my feet.

I lean down slightly, just enough to make sure he can hear me. “Next time you think about laying a hand on a woman, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be completely powerless.”

He nods weakly, unable to speak through his pain and humiliation. Then suddenly, another voice comes from behind.

“Cousin! What the hell is happening here!” he shouts, rushing over to the pathetic figure still kneeling on the ground, cradling his injured hand.

The man drops to his knees beside him. “Who dared do this to you?” he demands.

The beaten man groans in pain, pointing a shaky finger in my direction. “It was her,” he hisses, struggling to speak through his pain. “She and her damned transgender assistant.”

The man’s eyes follow the direction of his cousin’s trembling hand, and when he raises his head to confront me, the anger in his expression changes from anger to shock, his mouth hanging open as if stopped by an unseen force.

I blink a little, equally surprised to see who it is. It’s Kyle.

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