Chapter Forty-Three: The Shifting Battlefield
Alexander Confronts Victoria
The Laurent estate had always felt imposing, but tonight, as Alexander stormed through the marble corridors, it felt suffocating. He found his mother seated in her study, sipping a glass of wine, as if she hadn't just orchestrated a media disaster.
"Alexander." Victoria didn't even look up. "I was wondering when you'd show up."
Alexander slammed a newspaper onto the table. "Jade Sinclair: A Fraud and a Liar?" The headline screamed back at him.
"Did you do this?" His voice was calm—too calm.
Victoria sighed, swirling her wine. "You should be thanking me. I'm protecting you from a woman who will ruin you."
"You don't get to decide that," Alexander said coldly. "This isn't about protection. This is about control."
Before Victoria could reply, the door opened. A tall, impeccably dressed man stepped inside. He had sharp features and an air of quiet danger.
"Ah, Alexander," Victoria said smoothly. "I'd like you to meet Adrian Graves—a crisis strategist. He's here to ensure our family's reputation remains intact."
Adrian extended a hand, but Alexander ignored it. "I don't need a strategist," he said. "I need you to undo the damage you've done."
Adrian chuckled, lowering his hand. "Undo? No, Mr. Laurent. We escalate."
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Jade's New Ally
While the world turned against her, Jade knew she couldn't fight this war alone. She needed an insider—someone with enough power to challenge Victoria at her own game.
That's when Seraphina Calloway walked into her office.
Seraphina was a media tycoon with a reputation for turning scandals into gold. She had once been one of Victoria's closest allies—until they had a falling out.
"I hear you need a lifeline," Seraphina said, lowering her designer sunglasses. "Lucky for you, I love a good revenge story."
Jade leaned forward. "What's your price?"
Seraphina smirked. "Oh, darling. We'll discuss that once we bring Victoria Laurent to her knees."
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The Ghosts of Damien's Past
Elsewhere, Damien Blackwell watched the chaos unfold from the penthouse of his private club, The Obsidian Room.
He had spent years running from his past, but now it was catching up with him.
A knock at the door.
He turned to find a woman standing there—Celeste Vaughn, a name he hadn't heard in over a decade.
"Hello, Damien," Celeste said, stepping inside. "It's been a long time."
Damien's jaw tightened. "What do you want?"
She tossed a folder onto the table. "Something you thought was buried."
Damien opened it, his blood running cold.
Inside were documents—ones that could ruin him.
Celeste leaned in, her voice a whisper. "Victoria isn't your biggest problem. I am."