For the first time in weeks, I could breathe.
Vivian had tried to frame me.
Tried to humiliate me.
Tried to ruin me.
And instead?
I had turned the tables so hard she was left speechless in that boardroom, her influence crumbling as Nathaniel froze her assets without a second thought.
I had won.
For now.
Lancaster Manor – Evelyn's Private Study
I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city lights blink in the distance. The scent of fresh roses lingered in the air—one of the staff had left them earlier, a subtle acknowledgment that the household had already started shifting in my favor.
I sipped my wine, letting the taste settle on my tongue. I should be celebrating.
And yet, my mind was already racing ahead.
Vivian was too experienced to go down this easily.
She would fight back.
Which meant I had to be ten steps ahead.
My phone vibrated, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen.
Unknown Number.
I answered. "Who is this?"
A familiar voice hummed through the line. James Harrington.
I smiled. "I take it you saw what happened?"
James chuckled. "Oh, sweetheart, the whole industry saw it. You made quite the statement today."
I leaned back, twirling the stem of my glass. "And?"
"And now you have their attention. The people who matter? They're watching." His voice turned serious. "But be careful. The moment you become a real threat, they'll do more than just watch."
A quiet beat passed between us. I understood what he meant.
I wasn't just fighting the Lancaster family anymore.
I was stepping onto a bigger battlefield.
One where the wrong move could get me burned.
I exhaled slowly. "Good. Let them watch."
Because when I took over this empire, I wanted them to remember the day I became unstoppable.
James laughed. "That's what I like about you, Evelyn. You don't scare easy."
I smirked. "And you talk too much."
He clicked his tongue. "Be careful, sweetheart."
The call ended.
I stared at my phone for a moment before placing it down.
James was right. This war was only beginning.
And I needed to strike again before my enemies could recover.
Vivian's influence was shaken, but not broken. Daniel was still lurking in the shadows, licking his wounds. And Nathaniel…
Nathaniel was still an unpredictable factor.
I stood, walking to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—sharp, untouchable, unyielding.
This wasn't just about survival anymore.
This was about domination.
And my next move?
Would be the one that changed everything.