The Scorned Woman's Unstoppable Rise

r' s perfect world. As the CEO of our family's empire, I funded his ev

nd-a bar manager I once hired-had me

ooch off his money. Then she and her guards cracked three

verything for, ignored my desperate calls. He wa

took her side. He called me a bitter old h

the chilling realization that the man I

ut him off. I was going to burn his entire world to the ground, starting

pte

ry second I wasted loving you. We are over." This wasn't a ch

corner table, invisible in my worn workout clothes. The server, a you

r. Cardenas's corporate account... it see

ccount for everything. A single glass of Chardonnay shouldn't be an issue.

ver's license across the polished dark wood. "It's Aless

She stood behind the bar, a sneer already forming on her perfectly made-up face. I knew Chris from her past role, a

over, her movements deliberate, her high heels clicking a rhythm o

oice dripping with fake concern, loud enough f

ntations. I preferred to conduct my business in boar

tone, "there seems to be a misunderstanding. I'm

ious glances from the scattered patrons. My cheeks flushed. This was a

Oh, I know who you are, darling," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with venom. "The little charity ca

wance? I funded Hector's entire ex

tight with a simmering anger. "I am Alessandr

ound. Always dressed like you just rolled out of bed, trying to pretend you belong. Let me make something clear: Hector owns this place. And I

knew I used that account. Had he really

my voice dangerously low. "Or perhaps you could just v

smirk widening. The phone rang once, twice... then straight to voicemail. I tried aga

ee? He's probably busy with someone important. Not

security. Her desperate need to protect her access to Hector's wealth

iving way to a chilling clarity. "I own this hotel. I own the company tha

. "Don't you dare try to pull that boss lady crap with me. You think I don't know you? You think I don't know you've

sad, little old maid who can't get a man, so you try to steal someone else's

feel the eyes of the other patrons on us, whispered murmurs starting to

s pleasure in her eyes. She clapped her ha

wards our table. Bradley Wheeler, the hotel's general manager, wasn't around

ly, pointing at me. "She's trespassing and attempting fraud

nd. They knew she held sway. My reserved nature, my preference for working behind the

left the ground as they half-dragged, half-carried me across the opulent lobby. I struggled, a silent gasp escaping my lips, but their s

orridor, a hidden passage I knew led to the hotel's back rooms. My h

ght a glimpse of a door, a heavy, iron-bound door marked "Wine Cellar - Staff Only." They sho

backdrop for what was happening. Before I could process my surroundings, another shove sent me sprawling onto the cold, concrete floor. The guards w

und echoed, sealing me in. The stench of mildew and stale wine filled my nostrils. I was alone, truly alone, with her