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Chapter 13: The Serpent’s Whisper
Ashley Monroe had always known enemies lurked in shadows. What she hadn’t expected was that, stripped of her throne, the shadows would come to her.The penthouse was silent except for the hum of the city below, a glittering sprawl she no longer ruled. Ashley sat on the balcony, a glass of scotch in her hand, her gown loosened, hair falling in wild strands.She looked nothing like the untouchable queen she once projected to the world. But her eyes… her eyes still burned. On the table beside her lay the phone with that cryptic message.He took what’s yours. I can help you take it back. She had read it a dozen times since it appeared, and each time it stoked a different fire: suspicion, hope, rage.“Who hates Gordon enough to reach out to me?” she muttered.Clara, hovering by the doorway, looked uneasy. “Madam… it could be a trap. Someone trying to exploit your situation.”Ashley shot her a glare. “Exploit me? I am not weak.”But the words felt brittle. Even Clara saw it. The phone buzze
Chapter 12: The Fallen Queen
Ashley Monroe had never felt the city so cold. The boardroom doors had closed behind her like iron bars, sealing her fate with the echo of that gavel. Suspended. Cast out of her own empire.The company she had claimed as her crown had turned its back on her, and worse, it had turned toward Gordon.She stormed into the penthouse, the marble floors echoing with the sharp staccato of her heels. Clara trailed behind like a shadow, carrying folders Ashley had grabbed in desperation, papers slipping loose in her wake.Ashley hurled her clutch onto the sofa. “Traitors,” she hissed. “Every last one of them. Harold, Harrington, Vincent… rats, all of them. Feeding on scraps from Gordon’s table.”Clara set the folders down carefully. “Madam, perhaps”“Don’t,” Ashley snapped, her voice sharp as broken glass. She paced the length of the living room, eyes wild. “They think they can humiliate me? Strip me of what’s mine? No. Gordon hasn’t won. He’s stolen. There’s a difference.”Her reflection glare
Chapter 11: Checkmate in the Boardroom
The skyscraper loomed over the city like a fortress of glass and steel. For Ashley, it was more than just headquarters, it was her last battlefield.She strode into the boardroom at Monroe Enterprises, heels striking like gunshots against polished marble. Her eyes burned with defiance, the humiliation of the gala still fresh in her veins.But here, surrounded by contracts, shareholders, and the law, she would reclaim control. Her allies, what few remained, were already seated around the oval mahogany table. Some avoided her gaze. Others smiled thinly, calculating.Ashley slammed a leather folder onto the table. “Gentlemen. Ladies. It’s time to end Gordon Monroe’s interference once and for all.”Board Member #1, a gray-haired magnate, cleared his throat. “Ms. Monroe, Gordon has been instrumental in stabilizing our partnerships. Attempting to oust him might”“Instrumental?” Ashley cut in, her voice sharp. “He’s been nothing but a parasite in the shadows, undermining me, stealing my alli
Chapter 10: The Broken Crown
The invitations had been sent weeks before the scandals, but now Ashley saw them as her salvation.The Winter Rose Gala, the pinnacle of high society, where magnates, celebrities, and politicians mingled beneath chandeliers worth more than small countries. It was the kind of event that once revolved around her.Ashley stood in front of the mirror, her stylist fussing with the diamond-studded gown that hugged her figure. Her reflection was flawless: sleek, powerful, untouchable. Exactly the mask she needed.“This is it,” she whispered. “One perfect night, and they’ll remember who I am.”Clara, lingering nearby, looked uneasy. “Madam… after the Armitage disaster, after the messages… maybe it’s better not to appear in public so soon.”Ashley’s eyes snapped to her, sharp as knives. “Hide? Do you think Gordon’s hiding? No. He’s out there, walking through my city like he owns it. Tonight, I remind them all whose name they cheered first.”Clara lowered her head, defeated. Ashley’s lips curl
Chapter 9: The Poisoned Arrow
The night after Harold’s betrayal, Ashley sat in her penthouse surrounded by silence. Empty glasses littered the table. Her phone buzzed nonstop with alerts, stock updates, news commentary, whispers from the city she once ruled.She ignored them all, staring instead at Gordon’s face on the screen. A clip of him leaving Harold’s office played on repeat. Calm, confident, untouchable.Ashley’s hand trembled as she hurled the phone across the room. “No more,” she whispered to herself. “If he wants war… he’ll have it.”Clara, standing cautiously at the edge of the room, spoke hesitantly. “Madam, what are you planning?”Ashley turned, her eyes wild, but her smile sharp as glass. “If Gordon wants to play saint, let’s see how the city reacts when I tear off his mask. I’ll drag him into the mud with me. He’ll regret ever crossing me.”The next morning, tabloids across the city exploded with a story. “Gordon Monroe, Secret Past Exposed? Allegations of Fraud, Affairs, and a Hidden Fortune.”Ashl
Chapter 8: The Crumbling Mask
The storm hit faster than Ashley had imagined. By morning, her name was on every business channel, her photo plastered across every feed. Not the triumphant CEO she’d tried to present, but the liar caught red-handed.Ashley Monroe had gambled her credibility, and lost. She sat in her office, eyes fixed on the television mounted on the wall. A panel of analysts dissected her downfall like vultures pecking at a carcass.“Announcing a fabricated partnership was reckless at best, fraudulent at worst,” one of them said.“Shareholders will demand answers,” another chimed in. “Armitage’s denial was swift and decisive. Monroe Group looks unstable.”Ashley muted the TV with a trembling hand. Her temples throbbed. “Clara,” she said, her voice hoarse.Clara appeared at the door, hesitant. “Yes, Madam?”“Tell me the board hasn’t called an emergency meeting.”Clara lowered her gaze. “They… have. Tomorrow morning.”Ashley’s nails dug into the armrest of her chair. So they’re circling already.That
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