Maso

igh heels betraying me, and crashed to the floor. The impact jarred every bone in my body, sending a fresh wave of pain throu

ruggling to push myself up, my voic

sk of cold fury, devoid of the charming smile she usually wore. "You dare show your face here,

elf as the victim, rewriting history with every breath. "Ruin you?" I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping

ike her. She's not worth it." He then turned his sneering gaze to me. "Don't you know who you're talking to? This is Dall

ally think you can just show up and cause a scene?" one woman spat, her voice drippin

ession in his eyes. "Or maybe we'll make you apologize. Don't think fo

st a verbal attack; it was escalating. A wave of hands descended upon me, grab

d my back. My expensive black dress, carefully chosen for this confrontation, was torn, its delicate fabric ripping with a sickeni

desperate plea amidst the chaos. "This entire buildi

ainty. The mention of Clifton Kramer, the reclusive billionaire whose name commanded re

iancé's company. You're delusional. Always were." She turned to her cronies, a dismissive wave of her hand. "Don't listen t

different directions. Someone yanked my hair, another shoved me hard against a decorative pillar. My head reeled. My small clutch bag was rip

The pain was excruciating, stealing my breath. My dress, already torn, was now little more tha

of a security guard who stood by, watching impassively. But h

rning it over in her hand, a triumphant smirk on her face. "This little toy? What, more of your 'brilliant' ideas to

within me. I opened my mouth to speak, to explain, to reveal the truth,

going o

rn-looking man in a sharp suit, accompanied by two burly security guards. He surveyed

n's side. "Thank goodness you're here. This woman..." She gestured vaguely at me, "She's a trespasser, a former colleague wi

thing unsettling as he looked at Dallas-a mixture of deference and something akin to a shar

oesn't disturb Ms. Mueller's event again." He then pulled a small, official-looking document from his inside pocket and handed it to Dallas with a

, bolder than ever. She glanced at me, a silent, chillin