She raised an eyebrow. I told you, I don’t need a savior. This isn’t about saving you.
It’s about stopping Olivia. Isabella stepped closer, looking deep into his eyes. And what are you going to do, William? He held her face gently, his thumbs brushing her skin softly.
Whatever it takes. For a moment, she just stood there, looking at him. There was something in her eyes, something William wanted to understand, but that she quickly hid.
I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. He gave a faint smile. Too late for that.
Before she could respond, Isabella’s phone vibrated. She looked at the screen, her face tensing. What is it? William asked.
She showed him the screen. It was an anonymous message. Be careful who you trust.
The past always comes back to haunt you. He took the phone from her and studied the message. That was Olivia.
Isabella took the phone back and deleted the message. She’s trying to intimidate me. William shook his head.
That means we’re getting close to something. She nodded slowly. Then we need to act before she does.
The next morning, a scandal broke. Every major newspaper ran headlines about Isabella’s past. Isabella Deveraux, from luxury to the streets, the heiress who lost everything.
Former fiancee of William Lancaster involved in corruption scandals. The media was ruthless, reporting every detail about the Deveraux family’s downfall, painting Isabella as a woman who tried to deceive the powerful. Olivia had made the first move.
At the office, William read every article, fury burning inside him. When Isabella walked in, he stood up. Did you see it? She nodded and tossed a magazine onto the table.
Olivia’s trying to destroy me again. He clenched his fists. That’s not gonna happen.
She gave a soft laugh. You always have that absurd confidence. He gently held her chin, making her look at him.
Because I never lose. Her eyes flickered with something close to hope, but determination quickly took over. Then let’s make sure she loses this time.
William nodded. It’s time to bring Olivia Harrington down. They stared at each other for a long moment.
They didn’t know how this would end. The scandal involving Isabella dominated the headlines for days. Olivia played dirty, distorting her past to make it seem like she was an opportunist trying to reenter high society.
But Isabella remained unfazed. She had waited years for this moment. She wouldn’t fall now.
William knew that too. But he also knew Olivia wasn’t done. She would try one final blow, and they had to be ready.
That evening, Isabella received an unexpected invitation. Private dinner at the Harrington Club. Select members only.
Your presence is requested. She gripped the invitation tightly. William, sitting on the couch in her room, read the note and scoffed.
This is obviously a trap. I know. He stood up.
Then you’re not going. Isabella looked at him defiantly. Of course I’m going.
William pressed his lips together. Isabella. This is my moment, William.
I’m not running. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. Then let’s make sure Olivia is the only one who loses tonight.
The Harrington mansion was lit up, filled with select guests for the event. Isabella walked in alone, wearing an elegant black dress that exuded power and mystery. William was already there, blending in with the crowd, watching every detail.
Then Olivia appeared. Isabella, she said, a venomous smile on her lips. Glad you accepted my invitation.
You didn’t give me much choice, Isabella replied, taking a glass of champagne from a waiter. Olivia tilted her head. I hope you’ve enjoyed the attention you’ve been getting lately.
The media loved your story. I’ve gotten used to being the center of attention. Something you’ve always wanted, haven’t you? Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger for a second, but she quickly regained her composure.
Isabella, dear, you’ve lost, again. No matter what you try, you’ll never be someone again. Isabella smiled.
You’re wrong. Olivia narrowed her eyes. What do you mean? William appeared at Isabella’s side, his imposing presence making Olivia stiffen.
Dear Olivia, it looks like you didn’t read the papers today, he said, handing her an envelope. Olivia opened it and turned pale as she read. It was a complete dossier proving her involvement in the scheme that had ruined the Devereux family.
Documents, recordings, signatures, undeniable evidence. This is fake, Olivia whispered, her hands trembling. No, it’s not, Isabella said triumphantly.
And tomorrow morning, it’ll be on every front page. Olivia completely lost her composure. You can’t do this to me.
William smiled coldly. Just like you did to Isabella? Olivia looked around, realizing that all eyes were on her. The scandal had already begun.
Her reputation was ruined. She was finished. This can’t be happening, she murmured in shock.
Isabella leaned in and whispered in her ear. Now you know what it feels like to lose everything. Olivia glanced around, realizing that everyone was witnessing her humiliation.
Her empire of power was crumbling right before her eyes. Then before she could react, the ballroom door swung open. Two police officers walked in, followed by a prosecutor.
Miss Olivia Harrington? One of the officers announced. She froze, yes? You are under arrest for financial fraud, embezzlement, and market manipulation. The entire ballroom fell silent.
Olivia let out a nervous laugh. This is ridiculous. I am Olivia Harrington.
And now you’re also a criminal, Isabella replied coldly. The officers stepped forward and handcuffed Olivia. William, she screamed, desperate.
Say something. He simply looked at her with indifference. Your only mistake was thinking you’d never get caught.
As she was dragged away, Olivia shot one last look at Isabella, her eyes burning with hatred. This isn’t over. For you it is.
And just like that, in front of the elite who once admired her, Olivia was taken away. Isabella let out a long breath. For the first time in years she felt truly free.
The next day, Olivia’s arrest dominated the news. Her financial empire collapsed within hours as investors and allies abandoned her. Later that evening, Isabella and William were in his penthouse looking out over the city through the window.