From Betrayal To Billions: Her Return

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The last thing I remembered was the cold, unforgiving pavement rushing up to meet me. A screech of tires, a flash of headlights, and then a profound, empty silence. My life, a cascade of public humiliation and private despair, was over. It all started at the fashion show, the one where my former best friend, Chloe, stood on the runway, wearing a dress that was a near-perfect copy of my signature design. My own design. Chloe' s powerful family painted me as a jealous, unstable wannabe. My revered mentor turned his back on me. Then Mark, my fiancé, delivered the final blow, breaking our engagement, calling me a failure. I lost everything: my reputation, my love, my financial stability. My death was a footnote in a story that was no longer mine. How could I have been so naive, so blind? How could they have moved so ruthlessly to destroy me, to steal everything I had? The crushing loneliness, the descent into poverty and obscurity, all culminating on that dark, wet street. Then, a sharp, disorienting pull. I gasped, my eyes flying open. I was sitting in the front row of the annual Laurent Gala, my hands smooth, my dress my own design. On stage, Chloe was bowing, wearing the stolen dress. It was the night my life had spiraled into ruin. I was back. I had been given a second chance. Not this time.

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Chapter 10

11-04 00:21

Introduction

The last thing I remembered was the cold, unforgiving pavement rushing up to meet me.

A screech of tires, a flash of headlights, and then a profound, empty silence.

My life, a cascade of public humiliation and private despair, was over.

It all started at the fashion show, the one where my former best friend, Chloe, stood on the runway, wearing a dress that was a near-perfect copy of my signature design.

My own design.

Chloe' s powerful family painted me as a jealous, unstable wannabe.

My revered mentor turned his back on me.

Then Mark, my fiancé, delivered the final blow, breaking our engagement, calling me a failure.

I lost everything: my reputation, my love, my financial stability.

My death was a footnote in a story that was no longer mine.

How could I have been so naive, so blind?

How could they have moved so ruthlessly to destroy me, to steal everything I had?

The crushing loneliness, the descent into poverty and obscurity, all culminating on that dark, wet street.

Then, a sharp, disorienting pull.

I gasped, my eyes flying open.

I was sitting in the front row of the annual Laurent Gala, my hands smooth, my dress my own design.