The long-awaited birthday finally arrived.The grand ballroom of the Blackwood mansion was filled with excitement as elegantly dressed guests awaited the evening’s festivities. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Gold-leafed mirrors adorned the walls, creating a dazzling display that seemed to extend the celebration infinitely.Damian stood at the center of the room, surrounded by a sea of colorful gowns, his black tailored tuxedo standing out. His eyes kept glancing at the large grandfather clock in the corner, its ornate hands inching closer to midnight.The air was filled with the luxurious scents of expensive perfumes, freshly cut flowers in tall centerpieces, and the delicate aroma of gourmet hors d’oeuvres. Waitstaff in impeccable attire circulated, offering the delectable treats. A string quartet played softly in the background, adding a refined touch to the lively chatter.Elara appeared at Damian’s side, glittering in
“Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”“Haha,” Jack laughed out loud, his amusement ringing through the air and attracting the attention of nearby guests. “You’re what?”Veronica’s eyes turned sour as her smile faltered. She didn’t like how Jack was reacting to what she had just said, but she kept her head held high. She had promised Mrs. Blackwood that she would help destroy their marriage without making a single mistake.“I’m sure you’re not deaf, Jack,” she said, folding her arms. Her posture was regal, her confidence unshakeable, as she stood tall like a goddess. “I just said I am Damian’s fiancée. Only I am fit to be beside him. Only I am worthy of being Mrs. Blackwood,” she added, glancing at Elara. Elara’s face remained calm, but her eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and amusement, emotions she kept tightly suppressed in. “No one deserves that name better than I do.”“I wish Damian were here to hear you say all this,” Jac
The tension in the grand ballroom was visible. The earlier celebratory atmosphere had completely vanished. Guests stood frozen, their eyes darting between Damian, Elara, Serena, and the disheveled Veronica and Vivian.Damian’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and authoritative. “I think it’s time we cleared the air, once and for all.” He turned to address the crowd, his arm still protective around Elara. “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for this unseemly display. However, it’s necessary to set the record straight.”Serena, Damian’s mother, wasn’t about to back down. “Your wife struck first,” she insisted, her tone icy. “She’s rude and treated me as if I were nothing.”“Really?” Damian scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool, Mother?”“I didn’t call you that, son, but your overprotectiveness of your wife is something I can’t tolerate,” she retorted, turning to face Vivian, who was on the floor, crying. “Look at what she did. She slapped Vivian knowing that I was the one who ask Vivia
The drive back to the penthouse was quiet, almost like a somber trip through a graveyard.“We’re here, sir,” the driver announced, breaking the heavy silence.“Oh,” Damian muttered. As the car came to a halt, a servant quickly opened the door for him. Without looking back, Damian stepped out and walked briskly toward the entrance. His demeanor was cold and distant, something Elara had grown accustomed to over the time she had spent with him. She exited the luxurious car without a word and headed straight inside.“Welcome, ma’am,” the maids greeted with a bow. Elara forced a smile and waved.“Thank you,” she replied, exhaustion laced in her voice. All she wanted was to collapse into her bed. She was about to open the door to her room when she noticed a shadow behind her.“Who?” she spun around.“Who else could it be?” Damian replied with a scoff, stepping into the light.“Why are you here?” Elara asked, opening her door. “Whatever you want to say can wait until tomorrow.”“I guess you
“What do you mean by this?” Elara asked, not believing what she was hearing.Damian sighed deeply. “My mother has never been one to admit defeat.”“So?”“Look here, Elara, you’ve caused a lot of trouble for me as well. The shareholders are already whispering about how rude you were.” Damian’s expression hardened. “I warned you to be on your best behavior, no matter what, because I knew you’d be a target.”“You mean I should just let Veronica walk all over me without doing anything?” Elara frowned, her voice rising. “And I should allow your mother’s assistant to slap me?”“I have no time for this,” he said coldly. “I need to get to the office and meet the shareholders.”“And what about me?” she shot back, slamming a paper against his chest. “Even if we’re in a contract marriage, you should at least protect me.”“Oh, you thought I was going to protect you, so that’s why you slapped Veronica? Do you even know who she is?”“I don’t bloody care, Damian,” she snapped, her frustration boilin
The boardroom fell silent as all eyes turned to Travis. Damian’s words hung in the air, heavy with implication.“What do you mean, ‘not your grandfather’s blood’?” Travis repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.Damian’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Uncle, or should I even call you that? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”He pulled out another file from his briefcase and slid it across the table. Travis’s hands shook as he opened it, his face draining of color as he read its contents.“This... this can’t be true,” Travis stammered.“Oh, but it is,” Damian replied, his voice calm. “DNA doesn’t lie, Uncle. You’re not a Blackwood by blood. My grandfather knew, and that’s why he left everything to me.”The other shareholders murmured in shock, their earlier complaints forgotten in light of this bombshell revelation.“I’ve been preparing for this day for a long time,” Damian continued, addressing the entire room. “Each of you has skeletons in your closet, and I know every sin
Damian stood at the window of his office, gazing out at the city horizon. The boardroom confrontation had gone exactly as he’d planned, but he felt no satisfaction. His phone buzzed constantly with notifications about the scandalous article concerning Elara.A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he called out.Henry entered, his face grave. “Sir, the PR team is waiting for your instructions regarding the article about Mrs. Blackwood.”Damian turned, his expression unreadable. “Tell them to prepare a statement. We’ll deny everything and threaten legal action against the publication.”“Yes, sir,” Henry nodded. “There’s something else. Your mother is here to see you.”Damian’s jaw clenched. “Send her in.”Moments later, Serena swept into the room, a look of fake concern on her face. “Darling, have you seen the news? It’s absolutely dreadful what they’re saying about Elara.”“Spare me the act, Mother,” Damian said coldly. “I know you’re behind this.”Serena’s mask slipp
Elara’s hands trembled as she set down the tablet. The vicious lies in the article had shaken her to her core, but a steely courage was beginning to form within her. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let them destroy her like this.A soft knock on her door startled her. “Come in,” she called, quickly composing herself.Aiden entered, his face a mask of concern. “Mrs. Blackwood! I’ve just received word from Mr. Blackwood. He’s calling an emergency press conference to address the article.”Elara nodded, a plan forming in her mind. “Thank you, Aiden. Please have the car ready in fifteen minutes.”As Aiden left, Elara moved quickly, gathering her thoughts and preparing herself for what was to come.Across town, Damian stood before a sea of flashing cameras and shouting reporters. His face was a mask of calm, but inside, he was seething with anger—at his mother, at the press, and at the situation he found himself in.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative. “I stand before