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More Than His Partner, She's Queen

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 770    |    Released on: Today at 18:14

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amplified through the speakers. The entire banque

She couldn't even pronounce meta

in her hand looked like a loaded gun pointed dire

andom, illogical words, her voice cracking. She let out a dry

nd wrapped his large, warm hand completely ove

ature, charming smi

dard PR deflection. "But those technical details are far too dry for a night of ce

id. Covering up incompetence

their heads together. They whispered, their eyes flas

ld to protect the woman wearing my wedding dress. The very last t

the invisible earpiece. I

to the cold m

owed by the murmurs of the crowd, but to me, it sounde

oulders back and straightened my spine. Th

of the heavy red velvet curtain. I

sn't wearing makeup. I was in a plain black s

ocked onto the woman dressed in black who had just shattere

moment his eyes landed on me

His fingers went slack, instinc

ch heels. She stumbled hard, her hands scrambling to grab

and entirely silent. Five years ago, I was the youngest capital queen on Wall Str

idn't stop. I simply turned my head and pinned them with a lo

own at her, staring at the delicate Vera W

presence pushed her away from the podium

hed out and snatched the microphon

ck blasted through the hall. Everyone in

ff this stage right now," he warned through gritted teet

of a glance. I turned my back to h

's eyes. My voice rang out,

s of the Bronze Deer is exactly 73.415 percent co

nto a dead, abs

nded like a machine-gun firing. Flashes blinded

pens flying across their notebooks as they recorded

shen. He reached out and grabbed C

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More Than His Partner, She's Queen
More Than His Partner, She's Queen
“For five years, I was Ashton Miller's invisible partner, his loyal fiancée, pouring my life into building his empire from the shadows. Tonight, the Bronze Deer exhibition, my masterpiece, was finally opening at the Met, a testament to our shared future. Then, Bianca, a third-tier actress, stepped into the spotlight in *my* custom Vera Wang wedding dress. My blood ran cold as Ashton's arm circled her waist, his whispered words promising to make her the "new queen of the city." Five years of trust and sacrifice crumbled. I was a blood bag, drained and discarded. When I publicly exposed their lies, Ashton cornered me backstage, his face twisted in fury, threatening to ruin me, to blacklist me forever. I ripped off his engagement ring, tossing it at his chest. "We're done," I said, walking out as his enraged screams echoed. The man whose empire I secretly built called me a parasite, his mistress feigning tears, painting me as delusional. My guilt vanished, replaced by freezing, absolute hatred for the man who twisted reality to erase my existence. Standing in the New York rain, I finally pulled out the military-grade encrypted phone hidden for five years. The line clicked open instantly, a low, gravelly voice asking, "Is it you?" Before I could answer, Archer's voice hardened: "Give me the location. I'll be there in ten minutes. Who touched you? I want his life."”