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Too Late For Regret: Watch Me Shine

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

oor as she headed for the exit. She

a breath, the stinging pain on his cheek fueli

. Kevon had kicked the coffee table, sending crys

hink you are?

nded on the wood floor. Ke

before her mind could process the threat. As Kevon's hand reached out to g

is momentum carried him forward, and h

h me," she said, her voice low and lethal, "and the headline tomorr

in his eyes warred with the instinct for self-preservation

s footing. "Without Baxter money backing you, your little je

mous last name, Kevon. That's it. Without it, you're just a mediocre trust

n the eye. "The position of the future Mrs. Baxte

s voice trembling with rage. "You'll come crawling back when you realize no one else

had never been told 'no' in his life. She felt no desire to defend herself or

and grabbed the edge of the heavy door. With a forceful pull, she slammed it

he wall for a second, taking a long, shuddering bre

om her clutch. Her thumbs flew across the screen. She didn't just block his number; she went into

stainless-steel doors slide shut. In the distorted reflecti

man with a practiced smile, saw her walking alone and moved to interc

n his tracks. The manager swallowed his words and stepped back,

ately. The wind off the avenue was biting, carrying fat, wet snowflakes that stu

ng in the frigid air. "Miss Paul! Sho

g off the carpet and onto the slush-covered curb. She

eat, the vinyl cold against her legs. "Manhattan, West 54th Street," she said

out the window. The neon signs of the city blurred into streaks of light. For th

t friend and lawyer, lit up the screen. "How d

ver the keyboard for a moment before she typed

ang, Zara's name flashing on the screen. Fi

ara's voice was a mix of a scream a

against the cold glass of the taxi window. She recounted the events with the detachment of a s

s came through the speaker. "I'm switching to work mode. Do you

at her looked tired, but her eyes were those of a predator. "Draft the

grim and professional. "I'll have the in

e phone into her lap and watched the

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“Fiona stayed awake for three straight nights restoring an antique watch to surprise her fiancé, Kevon, for his birthday. But standing outside his VIP club room, she froze when she heard his voice bleeding through the cracked door. "Marriage to her is just a PR stunt. The Baxter family needs a clean, obedient poster girl for the board. That's it." He openly mocked her to his friends, claiming she willingly handed over her jewelry design patents as the price of admission to marry into his wealthy family. Worse, he confessed his true love for his personal assistant, Kayla. He completely twisted the truth of a past mugging, painting his mistress as a hero and Fiona as a jealous coward. For three years, he had used Fiona's brilliance to build his company's new line, while secretly taking Kayla to hotels and parading her in Fiona's stolen designs. Three months of bleeding fingers for his custom gift. Dozens of cancelled dinners. It was all a pathetic joke. Her loyalty and her life's work were nothing but stepping stones for an arrogant heir who thought his money could buy her dignity. The crushing grief in her chest instantly evaporated, replaced by a sheet of absolute ice. She dropped the velvet gift box into an antique vase and kicked the heavy mahogany doors wide open. It was time to strip his company of every single patent she secretly owned and burn his pathetic life to the ground.”