Raised in a quiet village, she grew up as an ordinary girl, or so everyone thought. Switched at birth with the wealthy family’s true daughter, she was only reclaimed by her birth parents at eighteen, a stranger in the opulent world she was born into. Rumors paint her as the “evil sister,” and few know her true talents, she’s a hidden protégé of a renowned jewelry designer, a masterful street racer, and a girl with a photographic memory who tops the class she started at the bottom. Then she’s handed over as the substitute bride to the wheelchair bound heir of the wealthiest family, whose own arranged fiancée, the girl who took her place at birth, refused him. He sees her as a pawn in their families' game. But on their wedding night, her quick wit and unexpected spark shatter his expectations when she teases, “Keep me happy, or I’ll let everyone know your legs are just fine.” Intrigued and captivated, he’s soon swept up in her unpredictable world of secrets, talents, and a charm that’s anything but tame. What begins as a marriage of convenience turns into a whirlwind romance as he discovers his "accident bride" may just be the love he never knew he needed.
View MoreA famous editor from Lune Mode stepped into her path, clutching her designer clutch like it might fly away if she didn’t grip it hard enough. “Darling, that was revolutionary. I haven’t seen a collection that bold and sensual since Windsor’s early years. I must get the exclusive on your next line.”“I’m honored,” Sarah said, already sidestepping. “But for now, we’re committed to in house content through Blake Media Holdings.”Each answer was the same.Each decline delivered with grace.Each proposal deflected without arrogance, but with a poise that asserted her position clearly: She wasn’t desperate for the industry. The industry was desperate for her.And all the while, Alexander walked silently beside her.A quiet shadow to her shining light.He didn’t mind.In fact, he seemed... content. Every glance from the crowd, every stare of awe, every whisper that mentioned “Sarah” and “genius” and “how did we not see it before”, he took it in stride. His pride was personal. Private.And un
Sarah had built an empire in secret.Sarah had mastered the world they had assumed she was too weak to handle.Eleanor placed a trembling hand over her mouth, mourning the loss of the future they could have had.“If we had known,” she whispered, blinking back tears. “If we had known she had this potential…”If we had treated her differently.If we had fought for her.If we hadn’t cast her aside.The showroom had been electric, but now, as the event neared its conclusion, the air hummed with anticipation. Every guest, socialites, industry moguls, designers, and critics, sat at the edge of their seats, hanging onto the night’s final moments.The grand reveal had sent shockwaves through the fashion world. Sarah was Mountain Rose.And now, all eyes were on her.The MC, a well known fashion journalist, stepped forward, adjusting her mic with a knowing smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, before we close this unforgettable night, we believe it’s only right to hear from the woman who has shaken the
Cecilia let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh.It was short, almost bitter, before she clapped a hand over her mouth, as if she couldn’t believe the sound had come from her.Sarah? Sarah was behind Mountain Rose?The woman she had looked down on? The woman she had once mocked, dismissed as nothing more than an inconvenience in her pursuit of Alexander?Cecilia let the truth settle in her chest, and for the first time, she felt something other than resentment.She felt... understanding.This was why.This was why Alexander had never looked at her the same way again.Why he had stopped seeing her, stopped caring for her the way he once had.It wasn’t just because she had betrayed him.It wasn’t just because she had once been the woman meant to be by his side but had chosen herself over their engagement.It was because he had Sarah.And Sarah was everything.Cecilia’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress as she exhaled slowly.The realization was almost... freeing.For so long, she
There was an unmistakable challenge in his tone, daring anyone to dispute it.Liam, who had been watching the exchange with quiet intensity, clenched his jaw. His fingers curled around the rim of his glass as he observed the way Alexander looked at Sarah, the quiet devotion in his eyes, the absolute certainty in his words.There was no denying it.Alexander Blake was in love with his wife.Liam exhaled slowly, schooling his features into a mask of indifference, but a flicker of something unreadable lingered in his gaze.Seb, standing further back, simply smiled, a rare, genuine one.Unlike Liam, he had long accepted that Sarah would never be his. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be happy for her.He had always known she was extraordinary. Now, the rest of the world finally saw it too.As the applause resumed, this time stronger, unanimous, Sarah let out a slow breath.She had won.She had truly won.And as she met Beatrice’s furious, defeated glare, Sarah smiled, a slow, knowing curve
The entire room followed her gaze.The tension was a living thing, thick and suffocating, as realization began to dawn on the guests.“You see,” Beatrice continued, her lips curling into something resembling amusement, “this entire spectacle, this supposed ‘legacy of brilliance’, it’s the work of none other than Sarah.”The name hit the crowd like a dropped glass, shattering the carefully crafted atmosphere of admiration and intrigue.Sarah, standing frozen in place, met Beatrice’s gaze head on. She had expected sabotage. She had even anticipated drama. But she had not expected this level of public exposure, this deliberate act of humiliation staged before the most powerful individuals in the fashion world.“This woman,” Beatrice went on, her voice sharp, “who was fortunate enough to marry into the Blake family, has been deceiving us all. Parading in our world as if she belongs, as if she has earned this level of prestige. Tell me, Sarah...” she tilted her head with faux curiosity, “.
The energy in the room remained electric as guests continued to mingle, sip on champagne, and trade speculation about the mysterious force behind Mountain Rose.Sarah, however, was far too preoccupied to let the gossip faze her. Seated in the VVIP section beside her mentor, Margaret Windsor, and Liam Carrington, she allowed herself a moment of quiet satisfaction."I must say," Margaret began, her sharp eyes scanning the room with admiration, "you have played this game masterfully, Sarah. Even now, they’re all in a frenzy trying to figure out who’s behind this grand spectacle. Not one of them has guessed correctly."Sarah smiled, taking a slow sip of her champagne. "It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Too many people wanted to see me fail. I couldn’t afford to let my identity be known too soon."Liam chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "And yet, look at them now. Scrambling for answers, when the woman they’re all dying to uncover is sitting right under their noses."Margaret nodded a
Mrs. Beatrice Blake wasted no time. The moment Alexander stepped off the runway and into the luxurious VVIP lounge, she was already there, standing with a wine glass in hand, her expression composed yet sharp."Alexander," she called, her tone holding the perfect balance between curiosity and demand.He turned leisurely, as if he hadn’t just caused an uproar in one of the most prestigious fashion events of the year. He took his time, undoing the top button of his tailored suit, adjusting the exquisite brooch still pinned to his lapel.His mother didn’t even glance at the jewelry. Her focus was entirely on him."Why did you do it?" she asked smoothly, her voice low enough for only him to hear.Alexander smirked. "Do what, Mother?""You know what I mean," she snapped, keeping her tone controlled despite her growing frustration. "Why, in the name of everything logical, would you, Alexander Blake, walk on that runway? For Mountain Rose?”She took a deliberate sip of her wine before contin
Among them, Elise sat frozen, her carefully constructed confidence cracking.This wasn’t what she had expected.She had been so sure her designs would turn heads tonight, that she would steal the spotlight and bask in the admiration.But now?She wasn’t even an afterthought.Everything, the attention, the speculation, the whispers, was all about Mountain Rose.And worse?No one even knew who was behind it.Elise’s jaw clenched, her nails digging into her palm as she shot a sharp glance at Victoria and Cecilia, who looked just as shaken."We need to find out who the hell is running this brand," Victoria muttered under her breath, barely able to keep the venom out of her tone.Cecilia wasn’t listening.Her mind was spinning in another direction entirely.Because there was only one person she suspected.And if she was right, if Sarah was behind all of this, then this wasn’t just a victory.It was a message.A warning that she wasn’t done yet.That she was coming for them.And Cecilia was
Seb, aware of the chaos, allowed himself a leisurely glance at the audience, his eyes deliberately locking onto the ones who stared a little too hard, a little too long.Then, in the most sinfully taunting way possible, he let his smirk widen, dragging his tongue over his lower lip for just a second...A calculated, devastating move.The reaction was instant.Several gasps.Some audible giddy shrieks.A few not so discreet lip bites.One particularly bold woman in a crimson gown reached for her champagne glass, fingers trembling slightly as she whispered to her friend, "I need to have him."The raw, undeniable tension in the room was tangible.Seb knew it.He reveled in it.Because this?This was the effect he had.The moment he reached the end of the runway, he paused, not because he needed to, but because he wanted to let them ache for more.He stood there, under the bright spotlight, exuding dominance in a way that was effortless, natural.Then, with the same lazy arrogance, he lif
The grand ballroom of the Caldwell Estate glittered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, and the air was thick with the scent of champagne, designer perfumes, and the murmur of high society.Everywhere she looked, Sarah Miller saw faces turned not to her, but to the dazzling figure just steps ahead.Victoria Reed, the girl everyone believed was Eleanor and Richard Caldwell's daughter, moved through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew she belonged.Her dress, a sleek midnight blue silk that fit her like it was made for her alone, shimmered with every step.The Caldwell name was attached to her life, to her past, to her future, or at least, it had been until three months ago.In stark contrast, Sarah stood beside her countryside mother, Mary, in a modest cream colored dress that felt wrong against the opulence surrounding her.The dress was too simple, too plain, a stark reminder that she’d only just learned to navigate the chaos of a city’s department store, let alone the hig...
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