Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once a Fool, Now a Queen : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ A Celebration Turned to Ruin The champagne bottle was chilled, the crystal flutes gleamed under the soft golden lights of the suite, and the scent of roses—his favorite, white and delicate—filled the air. I had spent weeks planning this. Five years of marriage deserved a celebration, especially after everything we had been through. Damian had been distant lately, stressed, he said. Work was demanding. His company was expanding, and his attention was being pulled in every direction. I understood. I had always understood. So tonight, I wanted to remind him. Of us. Of what we had built together. The concierge had handed me the key with a knowing smile, assuming I was another woman surprising her husband in the most romantic way possible. He had no idea how right—and how devastatingly wrong—he was. The suite do

Once a Fool, Now a QueenAurora Sinclair’s POV⸻The flash drive sat in the palm of my hand, a deceptively ordinary object carrying the weight of something far more dangerous.I plugged it into Celeste’s laptop, my breath tight in my throat.And then I saw it.Spreadsheets of transactions that didn’t add up. Wire transfers moving through shell companies with vague, meaningless names. Large sums disappearing and reappearing in accounts overseas.It was clear: Damian had been laundering money.I clenched my jaw, scrolling through pages of evidence. Every email, every manipulated invoice—it was all there, hidden in plain sight.A cold, bitter laugh escaped me.For years, Damian had called me useless. A liability. A gold digger who contributed nothing.But I had built him. I had stood by his side, supported him, helped him make decisions that propelled his company forward.And now? Now

Once a Fool, Now a QueenAurora Sinclair’s POV⸻I had never been one to hesitate.But as I stared at my phone, Killian’s number glowing on the screen, my fingers hovered over the call button.I knew what this meant.Accepting his offer wasn’t just about revenge. It was about power. About stepping into an arena where men like Damian and Killian thrived—and proving I could do the same.And I would.With or without Killian Wolfe.I pressed dial.He picked up on the second ring. “Aurora.”No pretense. No small talk.“I’ll do it,” I said. “But on my terms.”Silence. Then a low chuckle. “I was hoping you’d say that.”Of course he was.Killian never made an offer he wasn’t certain would be accepted.I tightened my grip on the phone. “I don’t want to be your pawn, Killian. If we do this, we do it as equals.”Another pause. This one longer.

Once a Fool, Now a QueenAurora Sinclair’s POV⸻I should’ve known Damian wouldn’t take my victory at the gala lightly.Powerful men like him didn’t lose. They retaliated.The first sign came the next morning.Celeste called me, her tone sharp. “Aurora, something’s wrong.”I sat up in bed, my stomach twisting. “What happened?”“I reached out to a few investors who seemed interested last night. Every single one of them suddenly pulled back.”I inhaled sharply. “Damian.”“Of course it’s Damian,” she muttered. “He’s making calls, using every connection he has to shut doors in your face.”I clenched my jaw. I should’ve expected this.Damian never played fair.And now, he was making sure I knew it.⸻I met Killian that evening in his penthouse office, the city lights casting long shadows over the room.He leaned against his desk, watching me with

Once a Fool, Now a QueenAurora Sinclair’s POV⸻If I was going to take Damian down, I needed to know exactly where his power came from. And more importantly—who was keeping him on top.I spent the next week doing what I should have done years ago. I dissected every piece of Damian’s empire. His investors, his legal team, the men who owed him favors and the ones who feared him too much to speak against him.I wasn’t alone in this.Celeste had a gift for uncovering skeletons people thought were safely buried. She spent days combing through financial records, real estate holdings, and offshore accounts.And then, one night, she called me.“I found something,” she said, her voice edged with excitement. “Something big.”Within the hour, we were sitting in her apartment, a thick folder spread across her coffee table.“What am I looking at?” I asked, flipping through the documents.“Shell compani