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was dimly lit, the glow of a fireplace casting beautiful shadows across the walls. At the centre of the room stood a large board filled w
suit gave an air of authority. Julian had built an empire on the ruins of her family. He had not only taken their
s. Julian Blackwood was a celebrated tycoon and a philanthropist lauded for his contributions to socie
nsion faced unexpected setbacks. Their tech division was haemorrhaging money. Aurora had made sure of it. From the shadows, she had o
t the door, her expression as composed as ever. "The rest of t
ol. "And clear my schedule for tomorrow. I want to
first time in years. "Do you think t
f her lips. "They won't. Not yet. Beside
ed back in her chair, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Her past
r files on Blackwood Industries, her mind racing with plans. Every move she made from now on would be ca
respected by everyone who mattered. Their names were whispered with reverence at high-society galas, and their presence commanded attention in every board
e called her "Princess Aurora," and her parents spared no expense to make her feel like one. She had a room filled with toys from every corner of the world, a cl
sity, had taken him under his wing, mentoring him and eventually promoting him to become a business partner. It was a decision Waren made with pride, believing he was helping a talented man rise t
watched Waren rise to power and felt a burning resentment. He wanted everything the Wynters had their
out her plans to build a treehouse for Snowy (her little puppy). Sylvia laughed softly, brushing a strand
tunity that could double their fortune. He laid out documents filled with numbers, projections, and pr
betrayal began to unravel. Julian started making unilateral decisions, cutting Waren out of critical meetings and ignoring his calls. By the time
ancial scandal. The media descended like vultures, splashing headlines of "The Fall of Waren Wynter" across every newspa
t bring himself to face the world. His empire, his legacy, everything wa