Chapter 2 - Grant And Delaney Depart For The Elite Miami Gala
The heavy oak front door of the Palm Beach waterfront mansion slammed shut with a definitive, hollow echo.
Seraphina Bellamy Holloway stood alone on the polished marble kitchen floor, surrounded by the remnants of the broken porcelain serving dish.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, she watched Grant’s sleek black Bentley pull away from the illuminated driveway.
Delaney Cross leaned over the passenger seat, laughing brightly as Grant shifted the luxury vehicle into drive.
The red tail lights faded into the humid Florida night, leaving behind a profound, suffocating silence.
Seraphina did not shed a single tear of self-pity; instead, a cold, calculated clarity settled over her mind.
For seven years, she had played the role of the humble, obedient housewife to protect her true identity.
Grant truly believed he had rescued a penniless nobody from obscurity and built her into a trophy wife.
He had no idea that the Bellamy Holdings empire—the multi-billion-dollar corporate giant holding his fragile company together—belonged entirely to her.
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Now, the mask of submission could finally come off, and the true owner was ready to collect her due.
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