But my tears didn’t last long. As I watched the smoke, my self-pity died and was replaced by a cold, deadly rage.
Troy thought I was just a lowly housewife. He thought he had the world in his hands. What he didn’t know was that the Consunji Global he was so proud of was owned by my family.
I am Elena Ysabel Consunji. The sole heiress and secret Supreme Chairwoman of the company she works for. I gave up my luxurious life and pretended to be a simple woman five years ago because I wanted to experience true love. I pretended to be suffering to help her, to see if she would love me unconditionally.
But he proved that he was just a greedy, arrogant, and snake.
I stood up. I wiped my tears. I took my cellphone from my pocket and dialed a private, encrypted number.
“Mr. Lorenzo,” I called to my Chief Executive Assistant.
“Madame Chairwoman,” he replied quickly and politely. “Are you ready to attend the gala later today for your formal introduction to the company?”
“Yes,” I replied coldly. “Send my glam team here right now. Get my custom gold Parisian gown, the private helicopter, and the 100-million peso diamond set from the vault ready. I want to enter that party like a queen who will raise hell.”
The Party and the Profanity
Inside the Grand Monarch Hotel , the entire ballroom was overflowing with luxury. Troy was the center of attention, champagne in hand, and anchored on Vanessa’s arm. He was proud of his new position among the guests.
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