Chapter 20 - The Queen's GambitOne year to the day since Vanessa Whitmore tried to humiliate me on her knees in that Lake Forest mansion, a massive charity gala was held in the very same grand ballroom.
Sixty elite guests—billionaires, politicians, syndicate capos, and international dignitaries—mingled beneath the crystal chandeliers, sipping champagne and listening to chamber music.
At the center of the room, standing beside Dominic Moretti in a stunning bespoke midnight-blue evening gown, was me.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out near the entrance. The double doors swung open, and a disheveled, frantic Vanessa Whitmore—stripped of her wealth, her social standing, and her engagement ring—pushed past the security guards, desperate to beg for scraps.
She froze dead in her tracks when she saw me standing at the head of the ballroom, holding a crystal flute, radiating absolute power and elegance.
Vanessa’s face turned pale. Her knees buckled, remembering the exact moment she thought I was just a broke delivery girl.
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I didn't yell. I didn't strike her. I simply looked down at her with a calm, pitying smile, raised my glass in a silent toast, and whispered into Dominic's ear.
"See, Dominic? Delivery girls always finish what they start."
