Cecilia and Victoria stepped out of the hotel lobby, their faces pale and their expressions unreadable, though their downcast eyes spoke volumes.The weight of what had happened sat heavy on their shoulders, pressing down with an unbearable force.Dressed in fresh clothes but unable to shake the feeling of filth clinging to their skin, they walked stiffly toward the waiting car that had been arranged for them.The driver didn't say a word as he opened the door, his gaze respectfully lowered.They slid inside without protest, without their usual air of entitlement, just silent, defeated figures fading into the morning light.Across the street, Sarah sat in her sleek black car, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel as she watched them leave through the tinted windows.Her lips curled slightly, but there was no mirth in the gesture, just quiet satisfaction.They had spent months thinking they were untouchable, tormenting her at every turn. Now, the scales had finally begun to tip
Victoria had always been the life of the party.The woman who strutted through elite gatherings with an air of untouchable arrogance, the socialite who thrived on attention, and the one who always had something to say. But now… now she was a ghost in her own home.For weeks, she remained locked inside her room.The curtains drawn, the lights dim, and silence suffocating the once lively space.She ignored calls, avoided meals, and refused to step foot outside.Eleanor Caldwell, her mother, had noticed. Of course, she had. It was impossible not to when the daughter she had so carefully molded into the perfect image of power and prestige had suddenly become… nothing.At first, Eleanor thought it was just another one of Victoria’s temper tantrums, some dramatic sulking over a petty loss. Perhaps another socialite had outshined her at an event, or maybe one of her flings had dared to ignore her. But when days turned into weeks, concern began to creep in.She knocked on Victoria’s door one
A desperate woman clinging to the last shreds of relevance.“So she’s running from her problems, drowning in drugs and strangers,” Sarah mused. “Pathetic.”“You almost sound disappointed,” Raven teased, arching a brow.Sarah tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “Not disappointed, just… unimpressed. I expected more of a struggle. Maybe an attempt to claw her way back into society.”Raven shrugged. “She knows there’s no coming back from this, Sarah. The elites aren’t stupid. They can smell desperation from miles away. The second she lost Alexander and her reputation, she became nothing more than a liability.”Sarah hummed in agreement, flipping through the documents on her desk. “Well, I hope she enjoys what little freedom she has left.”Raven leaned forward. “So, what now? Do we just watch her continue to self destruct?”Sarah chuckled softly. “No, I don’t believe in leaving loose ends. Let her drown a little longer, and when the time is right…” She met Raven’s gaze
Two weeks remained until the highly anticipated Mountain Rose showroom event, and the city was already buzzing with excitement.High profile guests from the fashion and jewelry industries were flying in, hotels were being booked to full capacity, and exclusive invitations had become the most sought after asset in elite circles.The showroom wasn’t just a display of jewelry, it was a power move, a declaration of dominance in an industry where prestige meant everything.Sarah had been meticulously overseeing every detail.The venue, the lighting, the security, the guest list, nothing was left to chance.Raven handled the press, making sure the right amount of mystery and exclusivity surrounded the event, increasing the allure.The Mountain Rose brand was no longer just a rising name in jewelry, it had become a phenomenon.Meanwhile, in the shadows of Sarah’s success, Victoria had finally emerged from the isolation she had locked herself in after that fateful night.The once proud and un
As Victoria and Cecilia were standing outside the lounge, exchanging a few final words before parting ways, a movement caught their attention.Victoria’s gaze sharpened as she nudged Cecilia’s arm. “Look.”Cecilia turned, following Victoria’s line of sight, and immediately stiffened.Across the corridor, past the velvet ropes of the private suites, Sarah was walking alongside Sebastian.They moved quickly, almost too casually, as if they didn’t want to be noticed.Seb placed a hand on the small of Sarah’s back as he guided her up the stairs, leading her toward one of the secluded lodge rooms on the upper floor.A slow smirk spread across Victoria’s lips. “Well, well… what do we have here?”Cecilia quickly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. “This could be gold,” she whispered as she began snapping pictures of Sarah and Seb disappearing into the private room.Victoria chuckled under her breath. “So the great Sarah Blake, the oh so loyal wife of Alexander, is sneaking off with
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
The Caldwell mansion was a vast estate filled with secrets, and tonight, Sarah felt like an intruder in its endless halls.She hadn’t meant to stumble upon the Caldwell family archives, she was only searching for a quiet space away from the prying eyes of staff and, especially, Victoria. But the narrow door she opened in the library led to a winding staircase, and curiosity drew her down into a dim, chilly basement room.Shelves stretched along the walls, filled with family history, photo albums, news clippings, and stacks of papers yellowed with age.Sarah ran her fingers over the smooth leather covers of albums and cases.She wondered if anyone had been down here in years.After flipping through a few albums and faded letters, she found a folder of news clippings that caught her eye.These were not the grand, society pages that celebrated family philanthropy or prestigious achievements. These articles covered... scandal.The faded clippings bore headlines that seemed at odds with th
Few days later, Eleanor Caldwell’s footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floor of her study as she paced, her anger spiraling.She tightened her grip on her phone, unable to tear her eyes from the blaring headlines that flashed accusations, mockery, and speculation with every scroll."Socialite Scandal: Victoria Caldwell’s Secret Fling Caught on Camera!""Perfect Heiress or Perfect Disaster? Victoria Caldwell’s Latest Entanglement Raises Eyebrows"The photographs left little to the imagination, Victoria, in a sleek dress, entwined with a man unmistakably familiar to those who kept tabs on high society romances.Victoria's ex boyfriend, a notorious playboy with an appetite for risk, and an unrepentant grin on his face.They were pictured just outside a bar, oblivious to the camera’s gaze, Victoria’s hand resting on his chest, the implication clear.It was an unforgivable slip, one Eleanor knew could easily incite even the family’s closest allies to pull back, or worse, to whisper
As Victoria and Cecilia were standing outside the lounge, exchanging a few final words before parting ways, a movement caught their attention.Victoria’s gaze sharpened as she nudged Cecilia’s arm. “Look.”Cecilia turned, following Victoria’s line of sight, and immediately stiffened.Across the corridor, past the velvet ropes of the private suites, Sarah was walking alongside Sebastian.They moved quickly, almost too casually, as if they didn’t want to be noticed.Seb placed a hand on the small of Sarah’s back as he guided her up the stairs, leading her toward one of the secluded lodge rooms on the upper floor.A slow smirk spread across Victoria’s lips. “Well, well… what do we have here?”Cecilia quickly reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. “This could be gold,” she whispered as she began snapping pictures of Sarah and Seb disappearing into the private room.Victoria chuckled under her breath. “So the great Sarah Blake, the oh so loyal wife of Alexander, is sneaking off with
Two weeks remained until the highly anticipated Mountain Rose showroom event, and the city was already buzzing with excitement.High profile guests from the fashion and jewelry industries were flying in, hotels were being booked to full capacity, and exclusive invitations had become the most sought after asset in elite circles.The showroom wasn’t just a display of jewelry, it was a power move, a declaration of dominance in an industry where prestige meant everything.Sarah had been meticulously overseeing every detail.The venue, the lighting, the security, the guest list, nothing was left to chance.Raven handled the press, making sure the right amount of mystery and exclusivity surrounded the event, increasing the allure.The Mountain Rose brand was no longer just a rising name in jewelry, it had become a phenomenon.Meanwhile, in the shadows of Sarah’s success, Victoria had finally emerged from the isolation she had locked herself in after that fateful night.The once proud and un
A desperate woman clinging to the last shreds of relevance.“So she’s running from her problems, drowning in drugs and strangers,” Sarah mused. “Pathetic.”“You almost sound disappointed,” Raven teased, arching a brow.Sarah tilted her head, a ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. “Not disappointed, just… unimpressed. I expected more of a struggle. Maybe an attempt to claw her way back into society.”Raven shrugged. “She knows there’s no coming back from this, Sarah. The elites aren’t stupid. They can smell desperation from miles away. The second she lost Alexander and her reputation, she became nothing more than a liability.”Sarah hummed in agreement, flipping through the documents on her desk. “Well, I hope she enjoys what little freedom she has left.”Raven leaned forward. “So, what now? Do we just watch her continue to self destruct?”Sarah chuckled softly. “No, I don’t believe in leaving loose ends. Let her drown a little longer, and when the time is right…” She met Raven’s gaze
Victoria had always been the life of the party.The woman who strutted through elite gatherings with an air of untouchable arrogance, the socialite who thrived on attention, and the one who always had something to say. But now… now she was a ghost in her own home.For weeks, she remained locked inside her room.The curtains drawn, the lights dim, and silence suffocating the once lively space.She ignored calls, avoided meals, and refused to step foot outside.Eleanor Caldwell, her mother, had noticed. Of course, she had. It was impossible not to when the daughter she had so carefully molded into the perfect image of power and prestige had suddenly become… nothing.At first, Eleanor thought it was just another one of Victoria’s temper tantrums, some dramatic sulking over a petty loss. Perhaps another socialite had outshined her at an event, or maybe one of her flings had dared to ignore her. But when days turned into weeks, concern began to creep in.She knocked on Victoria’s door one
Cecilia and Victoria stepped out of the hotel lobby, their faces pale and their expressions unreadable, though their downcast eyes spoke volumes.The weight of what had happened sat heavy on their shoulders, pressing down with an unbearable force.Dressed in fresh clothes but unable to shake the feeling of filth clinging to their skin, they walked stiffly toward the waiting car that had been arranged for them.The driver didn't say a word as he opened the door, his gaze respectfully lowered.They slid inside without protest, without their usual air of entitlement, just silent, defeated figures fading into the morning light.Across the street, Sarah sat in her sleek black car, one hand lazily resting on the steering wheel as she watched them leave through the tinted windows.Her lips curled slightly, but there was no mirth in the gesture, just quiet satisfaction.They had spent months thinking they were untouchable, tormenting her at every turn. Now, the scales had finally begun to tip
Seb grabbed her face again, leaning in until his lips almost brushed against her ear. “I would. And I already did.”Tears filled Cecilia’s eyes as she turned to the only person she could beg for mercy. “Seb, please… please, don’t do this…”Seb stood up, adjusting his suit. He looked down at them with pure, unfiltered disgust. “You never had mercy for Sarah. Why should I have mercy for you?”With that, he turned his back on them, walking toward the door.As he left, his final words rang in their ears:“Consider this the price for your greed.”The door shut behind him, and the last thing Victoria and Cecilia saw was the men closing in around them.Their screams never left the room.They both threw in their names in desperation, their voices shaking as they tried to assert their importance.“I’m Cecilia Hastings,” she declared, lifting her chin despite the fear creeping into her bones. “Bethrothed to Alexander Blake.”“And I am Victoria Caldwell,” Victoria added hastily. “Alexander’s sis
Seb leaned back in his chair, his smirk growing as he watched Victoria and Cecilia exchange wary glances.He knew they didn’t trust him, and that was fine. He didn’t need them to trust him, he needed them desperate enough to take the bait.He pulled out his phone, sending a quick message. Within minutes, the penthouse doors swung open, and a few more of his “friends” walked in, two well dressed men from affluent families and a woman draped in a glittering dress that barely covered her skin.They greeted Seb casually, as if this were just another wild night in the world of the elite.Seb clapped his hands together, turning back to Victoria and Cecilia. “Now that we’re all here, why don’t we have some fun?”Victoria arched a brow. “Is this a party or a negotiation?”Seb laughed. “Why not both?”The drinks flowed freely. Seb made sure of that. He never let their glasses stay empty for long.At first, Cecilia was hesitant, eyeing him with suspicion, but Victoria? She embraced the game, en
Sebastian had already anticipated their move the moment Cecilia had reached out to him last time about the Mountain Rose invitation. It was almost amusing how predictable they were. They wanted something, and they thought seduction would be enough to get it.As Victoria and Cecilia sauntered toward him, Seb swirled his whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid catching the dim club lights.He leaned back lazily against the bar, eyes flicking between the two women as they approached like a pair of sleek, poised hunters.“Ladies,” he drawled, amusement playing at the edge of his lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”Victoria slid into the seat beside him, crossing her legs deliberately, the slit of her dress riding up just enough to draw attention.Her perfume was intoxicating, expensive, laced with something meant to ensnare. “Do we need a reason to say hello?” she purred, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass.Seb let out a low chuckle. “When it comes to you two? Yeah, you alway
The once mighty Caldwell Group, a name that once commanded respect in the business world, was now crumbling under Alexander’s relentless attacks.Stocks plummeted, investors pulled out, and their business partners were jumping ship like rats abandoning a sinking vessel.The media had already started speculating on the downfall of the Caldwell empire, and whispers in the elite circle spoke of Alexander Blake being the force behind it all.And he didn’t deny it.To him, this was personal.The Caldwells were Sarah’s biological parents, yet they had sat by and allowed Victoria to mistreat her at every turn.They had turned a blind eye to Sarah’s struggles, letting her suffer while they pampered the girl who had taken her place.Now, Alexander was making sure they felt every ounce of the pain they had once ignored.Inside the Caldwell estate, the atmosphere was tense.Richard Caldwell, the once proud patriarch, sat in his study, his fingers digging into his temples as he stared at the fina