Star of the Gala

The grand doors swung open, and Joanne King stepped inside.

A collective hush fell over the crowd.

She wore a magnificent blood-red gown—the only one of its kind in the world, designed by the legendary Her Role. The fabric shimmered under the golden lights, flowing around her like liquid fire. The plunging neckline and delicate embroidery made her look both regal and untouchable.

And beside her…

Alexander King.

Sophia's breath caught. No… it can't be.

He sat in his signature black wheelchair, wearing an exquisitely tailored three-piece suit, his chiseled face calm, powerful. The cold and enigmatic King of New York.

Despite his wheelchair, there was no denying his presence dominated the room. He didn't need to stand to command the world.

Joanne's hand rested lightly on Alexander's arm as they descended the stairs. Every step she took was perfection, confidence radiating from her.

Murmurs filled the air.

"Is that Mrs. King?"

"She's absolutely stunning."

"The King family's daughter-in-law… She completely outshines Sophia Baker!"

Sophia's hands clenched into fists. No. This isn't possible.

Jason's grip on her arm tightened, his expression darkening. "She… she looks incredible."

Sophia turned to him sharply. "Shut up."

Joanne's gaze finally landed on Sophia.

Their eyes met.

Sophia expected the usual hesitance from Joanne—the insecurity she had seen all her life.

But instead, Joanne smiled.

Not just any smile.

A knowing, victorious smile.

Sophia's stomach twisted in fury.

Because in that moment, she knew.

She had lost.

And Joanne had just begun.