Mistress of Empire
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Last published Fri, May 23, 2025
Thirteen Months Down the Lane...
The empire was intact, but at insensible cost.
She was watching from the back of a marble hall as he toasted his new wife, a European heiress to old money with a cleaner past. Cameras were clicking. Guests were laughing. And he never once turned to look her way.
The contract they had signed long ago- the one that paid for her silence and absence- lay unopened in her drawer since the day she left with more scars than secrets.
He had thought her missing. That she had pocketed the money and flown away like a good mistress should.
But empires rot from within.
And she knew every weakness. Every backdoor. Every lie whispered in satin sheets.
At the last toast with the echoing sound through the ballroom, she turned and paraded to the night.
She wasn't done.
Not yet.
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