her work, and her company had flourished under her leadership. She had expanded her business, opening new branches an

few people were able to penetrate her defenses. She was a force to be reckoned with in the business worl

the CEO of the new entity. However, his success was short-lived. One of his factories had been set on fire by an enemy, and the company h

t a year ago. The loss had been devastating for the fam

died of a heart attack, leaving behind a legacy of busines

the deaths, but she had not sh

s still trying to come to terms with the betrayals she had suffered. She had built a

to pay their respects. The atmosphere was heavy with grief and nostalgia, a

Isabella walked in, flanked by two burly guards. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress, her hair pulle

laced gently in front of her father's coffin. She bowed her head, h

her, his expression twisted in hatred and anger. He couldn't believe s

voice was venomous as she spat out the words, "Why have you

ion was icy, her voice dripping with disdain. "I've come to pay my respects to my father," she sai

is sides. "You're the one who destroyed our family,

he said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're still blaming me for your own mistakes. I'm not t

ap in the face, and Brandon's anger was palpable. But Isabella didn't flinch, didn't back down. She stood tall, her ey

unyielding. "Stepmom," she said, her voice devoid of e

ontinued, her voice dripping with disdain, "By the way, I just came t

andon and Mia exchanged a nervous glance, but Isabella didn't seem t

ing with malice. The words hung in the air, like a threat, a

e stunned family members in her wake. Olivia's face contorted in

didn't react, didn't even flinch. She just kept

to her chair, sobbing uncontrollably. Mia rushed to her

she needed to say, and she had made her presence known. She had left a lasting impression on

es. It was a sign of her satisfaction, her triumph, and her confidence

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