Chapter 2
I walked into the private dressing room, where three celebrity stylists stood beside an exquisite black silk gown.
The dress was a custom creation from Paris, featuring sharp, structured shoulders, a plunging back, and thousands of hand-sewn onyx crystals.
It was designed to radiate power, authority, and absolute, undeniable presence—everything Julian claimed I lacked.
As the stylists fitted the gown, I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back.
The meek, quiet wife who wiped down marble counters and tolerated verbal abuse was completely gone.
In her place stood Clara Sterling, the sole owner of a forty-billion-dollar global investment conglomerate.
My husband believed he had built his empire from scratch after I met him above my late father’s print shop.
He never realized that the print shop was merely a front my eccentric grandfather used to keep our family grounded.
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Every major contract Julian had signed over the last eight years was secretly approved by my hand behind locked board doors.
I had created the titan, and tonight, I was going to unmake him in front of the entire world.
