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underestimated me. He always had.

I slid on my sunglasses, the smile growing wider on my lips as | spotted my driver waiting by the car. | felt the

adrenaline pumping through my veins, the excitement of knowing | had just manipulated my way out of what

could've been the end of me. The lawyers had done their job perfectly. | had spun my web of lies with precision,

and those fools believed every word.

“Ms. Monroe,” my driver said as he opened the door for me. “Congratulations.”

| chuckled, slipping into the backseat. “Thank you, Paul. I'll never get used to the feeling of winning.”

The door closed softly behind me, and | leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling in satisfaction. The

memory of Alex's face when | was first taken in flashed before my eyes...so sure of himself, so sure that this was

it for me. He thought he had finally caught me, trapped me, but oh, how wrong he was. He never learned. He

never understood just how far | was willing to go.

| pulled out my phone, scrolling through the messages from my lawyer, relishing every word of how they had

gotten all the charges dropped. Lack of evidence. What a joke. They had evidence....they just didn’t have enough

to pin anything on me. That was the beauty of it. | had danced just on the edge of guilt, just far enough to be

untouchable. And now, | was free, with no one to stop me.

A text popped up from Alex. | laughed out loud, shaking my head as | read it.

“You'll pay for this

He was angry. No, furious. | could picture him pacing in his mansion, that vein on his forehead pulsing the way it

did when he was losing control. Good. Let him be angry. Let him stew in his own misery. | was untouchable now,

and there was nothing he could do about it.

‘I'm just getting started, darling, | texted back, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

The car began moving, and | gazed out the window at the passing streets, feeling a sense of exhilaration | hadn't

felt in a long time. | was back on top, and this time, | wasn’t letting anyone knockdown. Christiana and her

children could rot for all | cared. | wasn’t finished with them, not by a long shot.

Christiana thought she could cinto my world and take what was mine? | gritted my teeth at the thought of

her smug face, parading around with those children, acting like she belonged. She had ruined everything, but |

would get the last laugh. | always did.

As we pulled up to my estate, | stepped out, the weight of victory settling comfortably on my shoulders. This was

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beginning. Christiana, Alex, all of them...they would regret ever crossing me.

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| threw my head back, laughing softly to myself as | made my way to the front door. No one could touch me. |

was invincible.

And God, it felt good.

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As | stepped into my estate, the familiar scent of luxury and power washed overlike a sweet perfume. The

rich mahogany floors, the art that lined the walls, everything screamed wealth, control, and status. Christiana

thought she could walk into my world, with her perfect little children, and tear it all away from me. It was

laughable. She didn’t belong here, and she never would.

| tossed my purse onto the marble table by the door and made my way to the living room, sinking into the velvet

couch. My fingers trailed over the edge of the wine glass | kept nearby, my thoughts swirling just as darkly as the

liquid inside. Christiana. Her face flashed before my eyes...her big, innocent eyes that had once fooled Alex.

It was always about her, wasn't it? Ever since she showed up, everything in Alex's life revolved around her. He

couldn’t see what was right in front of him, the woman who stood by his side all these years. He didn’t

appreciate what he had; me. Bianca Monroe, the woman who made him who he was, the one who shaped him

into the man who had power, influence, and respect. But Christiana? She cwith her sob story, her needy

eyes, her children hanging off her like leeches, and suddenly, she was all that mattered.

| snorted, swirling the wine in the glass before taking a sip. Her children. | sneered at the thought. Alex had kids

with her, and that was what made this worse. Those little brats, running around with their big doe eyes, turning

him into sdoting father. I'd seen it...the way his eyes softened when they were around. | hated it. | hated

how they had changed him, made him weak.

Those children were a nuisance. And they were standing in my way, just like their mother. They didn’t belong in

this world... my world. If it weren't for them, Christiana wouldn't have any hold over Alex. She used those kids as

leverage, as if having children gave her skind of moral high ground. As if that made her better than me.

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| stood up, pacing the room as my thoughts boiled over. Christiana and her kids were nothing but obstacles in my

path. They were ruining everything, stealing the life that was meant for me. She was always in the way...always.

The fire, the accusations, the arrests... it was all because of her meddling. And yet, everyone saw her as some

innocent victim, as though | was the villain in their little fairy tale.

But | wasn’t the villain. No, | was the one who deserved everything. Alex, the life we had built. | had earned it.

Christiana, with her pathetic excuses, her supposed strength...she didn’t deserve any of it. She didn’t deserve

him.

I slammed the wine glass onto the table, the sound of the glass echoing in the silence. My chest heaved with

anger. The children weren't even mine, and yet they had taken everything from me. That thought had festered in