Chapter 453
Chapter 453:
“I heard we are going to war,” Harper said, grinning. She held up a black garment bag. “I brought ammunition p>
They unzipped the bag.
The dress was a masterpiece of architectural design.
It was midnight-black silk, draped to resemble liquid shadows clinging to the body. The neckline was a sharp, plunging V that screamed power, not just seduction. Instead of flashy gems, the fabric itself was woven with microscopic crushed obsidian, catching the light in a subtle, dangerous shimmer.
I tried it on. It fit like a second skin.
Felix clapped. “This isn’t an engagement dress. It’s a declaration of sovereignty p>
“We need to secure Oracle Holdings completely before the party,” I said, looking at myself in the mirror. “I’ve reclaimed the CEO chair, but Sienna is still lurking. She was seen trying to access the executive servers remotely last night p>
“She’s been claiming she has a proxy vote from Liam,” Felix reported. “She’s trying to crash the board meeting tomorrow to stall your new policies p>
Alistair entered the room. He was holding a stack of documents.
“I neutralized the threat this morning,” he announced casually, as if he had bought a carton of milk.
I spun around. “What p>
“I located the offshore holding company Lucian Graves used to hide the stolen shares,” Alistair said. “Evelyn filed an injunction proving the sale was fraudulent because your signature was forged. The shares have been frozen, and voting rights reverted to you p>
He handed me the papers.
“You now own fifty-one percent of the voting rights combined with mine,” Alistair said. “I am the silent partner. You are the dictator p>
I stared at the papers. “That must have taken a miracle p>
“Just good lawyering and a few threats to the Cayman bankers,” Alistair shrugged.
He handed me a pen.
“Finish it,” he said.
I took the pen. My hand was steady.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “We go to Oracle p>
𝘛h𝗶s 𝗌𝘁𝗼r𝗒 𝘣e𝘭𝗈𝘯𝗀s 𝘁о 𝗯e.c𝘰𝘮
Harper adjusted the hem of the dress. “Make sure she cries. I want photos p>
I looked into the mirror. The woman staring back was terrifyingly beautiful. She wasn’t the victim anymore.
“Oh, she will do more than cry,” I promised. “I’m going to burn her kingdom down p>
A convoy of four black SUVs pulled up to the curb outside the Oracle Holdings Tower.
I stepped out. I wasn’t wearing the black dress yet. Today, I wore a sharp white suit. The White Queen. Felix was on my left. Alistair was on my right.
We entered the lobby. The receptionists dropped their pens.
“Ms. Sterling!” one whispered, her eyes wide with relief. They knew the rightful owner had returned to purge the rot.
I walked past them without breaking stride. My heels clicked on the marble floor like a ticking clock.
We reached the elevator bank. An employee, a junior VP named Chad who had defected to Sienna’s camp, tried to block our path.
“Ms. Quinn is holding a strategy meeting in the conference room,” Chad stammered, glancing at Alistair’s bodyguards with wide eyes. “She said no interruptions p>
“Ms. Quinn doesn’t work here,” I said coldly.
“She… she said she has Mr. Kensington’s proxy,” Chad argued weakly. “She’s been barricaded in the conference room all morning with the legal team p>