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Betrayed. Humiliated. Left with nothing but a shattered reputation. When Serena Lancaster, once the darling of high society, is publicly cast aside by her ex-fiancé, she swears never to let another man have power over her. Desperate to rebuild her life, she takes a job at Weston Sinclair's empire-the one man who has every reason to despise her ex. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Weston built his billion-dollar legacy on control, and falling for his reckless nephew's ex is the last thing he should do. But from the moment Serena steps into his world, she becomes his obsession-one he refuses to deny. He should keep his distance. He should let her go. But when Serena's past threatens to destroy her, Weston makes a choice. She's his now. And he'll never let her go.
The ballroom was suffocating in its silence, an oppressive stillness that hung over the glittering chandelier-lit space like a prelude to chaos. The hushed murmurs of the guests did little to hide the mounting tension, and the soft clinking of champagne glasses on marble trays felt distant, barely noticeable against the growing storm of whispers.
Serena Lancaster stood frozen at the center of it all, her emerald gown a second skin, clinging to her as if to remind her of the heavy weight of eyes upon her. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, each beat a harsh reminder of the nightmare unfolding. The sweet scent of roses-normally soothing-seemed to sour in the air, a sickly perfume that twisted her insides.
Then, his voice broke the fragile silence.
"I think it's time everyone knew the truth," Julian Sinclair's words sliced through the tension, smooth yet dripping with something darker.
Her fiancé. Or, at least, he had been.
Julian stood high on the dais, the spotlight casting him as both the accuser and the judge, positioned perfectly to watch the unraveling of Serena Lancaster. The crowd, a sea of high society and superficial smiles, turned their full attention to her.
A laugh, nervous and unsure, echoed from somewhere in the crowd. Serena's mother, typically the epitome of grace, stood rigid, her fingers trembling around her wine glass. Her father, Charles Lancaster, the unflappable patriarch, went utterly still-like a statue.
Serena's throat tightened, but she forced her voice to remain steady. "Julian, what is this? What are you doing?"
His expression shifted into something mocking, too practiced, too polished. "Oh, Serena," he said, the words dripping with false sympathy. "Don't pretend you didn't see this coming."
She hadn't. Not in her worst nightmares.
Whispers began to whirl, spreading through the room like wildfire.
"She must have done something terrible..."
"A scandal, at a Sinclair event? Unthinkable."
"What's so bad that he'd humiliate her like this?"
Serena stood tall, though every part of her screamed to flee. She clutched the fabric of her gown, nails digging into her palm to ground herself.
"I've been planning to tell everyone for a while now," Julian continued, his voice oozing insincerity. "Serena and I-" He sighed theatrically. "Well, we're not getting married after all."
The room erupted. A collective gasp filled the air, and the murmurs became a tidal wave, crashing around her.
Serena's stomach twisted, her fingers curling into fists.
Julian wasn't done.
"I tried to be understanding," he went on, pacing now, his every step like a deliberate performance. "But a man can only take so much betrayal."
Betrayal?
Serena took a step forward, but her voice faltered. "Julian, what are you talking about?"
"You think you know someone," he said, turning back to the crowd, his voice rising to a crescendo. "You think you've found the one. But then you discover she's been keeping secrets."
Serena's breath caught.
The crowd leaned in, each person eager for the scandal to unfold, as if waiting for the climax of a show they'd been dying to witness.
Julian turned back to her, his eyes glinting with malice. "Tell me, Serena, how long were you planning on keeping this from me? Were you waiting until after the wedding?"
A cold rush of fear gripped her heart. "Keep what from you?"
His smile was chilling. "Come on, darling," he crooned, his voice sharp and dismissive. "Don't insult my intelligence. We all know you were never going to be my wife. Not after your little secret came to light."
Her world tilted, the floor beneath her seemingly buckling.
"Don't do this," she whispered, her voice barely a plea, a low warning.
But Julian's smile only widened. He leaned in closer, savoring the moment. Then, with the final twist, he delivered the blow that shattered her completely.
"I won't marry a woman who was never meant to inherit the Lancaster fortune in the first place."
The room seemed to shake with the shock that followed.
Serena's chest tightened. He knew.
The whispers rose, louder now, like a fevered chant.
"Is it true?" someone in the crowd gasped, their voice thick with scandal. "She's not really the heiress?"
"Oh God," another voice murmured, "She's nothing without the Lancaster name."
The weight of their judgment was unbearable, pressing down on her until she felt like she might collapse. But she wouldn't. She couldn't let them see her crumble.
Julian took a casual sip from his champagne glass, as though he'd just made a simple announcement. "That's all, folks," he said, almost gleeful. "No wedding. Drinks are on me."
Laughter rang out, too harsh, too sharp. The crowd didn't care. They reveled in it.
Serena could feel her breath hitch, her vision blurring. She couldn't think straight, couldn't breathe as the suffocating weight of her disgrace threatened to crush her.
And then, across the room, she felt his gaze.
Weston Sinclair.
Sitting at the bar, his black suit cutting through the crowd like a shadow, he didn't move, didn't blink. He just watched, his eyes cold and calculating, taking in every moment of her public fall.
Serena wanted to storm toward him, demand-what? Help? Sympathy? But she knew better. Weston Sinclair believed in neither.
Her father's voice cut through the fog in her mind. "Serena," he said, his tone devoid of warmth, like a command. "We're leaving."
No questions. No concern. Just disapproval, cold as stone.
Serena didn't spare Julian another glance. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
Instead, she turned toward the exit, but not before casting one last look at Weston Sinclair.
His gaze didn't falter.
He didn't look away.
He simply watched.
And for reasons she couldn't understand, that was the most cutting blow of all.
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