From Betrayal To Billions: Her Return

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,

words of condemnation echoing in every fashion blog and society column. Then Mark, my fiancé, delivered the final blow. He broke our engagement, his face a mask of pity and impatien

, a

The muffled sound of applause grew louder, clearer. The scent of hairs

ashion event of the year. My hands, which I remembered being scraped and broken, were smooth and unblemished.

stood Chloe. She was bowing, a triumphant smile on

d my phone. I flicked it on. The date displayed on the screen confirmed the imp

ad been given a

er. I remembered Mark pulling me aside, hissing at me to stop making a scene. I remembered my father' s cold, disappointed eyes. Most vividly, I remembered the cru

crowd for my reaction. In my first life, I had frozen, a deer in headlights,

, I didn'

est to me as people noticed. I walked past the security guards, my heels cli

hing. A flicker of panic crossed her face befor

microphone. "Are you comi

he center of the stage. I took the microphone from the stand,

, my voice clear and carry

cold tone in my voice. "W