The evening breeze swirled through Camille's balcony as two wine glasses clinked together—one held by elegance and cruelty, the other by bitterness disguised in tailored ambition.
Camille reclined with feline grace, red nails tracing the rim of her glass. Across from her, Madison Hale sat like a woman on a mission stiff, bitter, and burning with an agenda she barely masked behind her perfect posture.
"We both want to take her down," Madison said. "For different reasons. But together… we could end her."
Camille arched a brow. "And what do you get out of this, darling?"
Madison's voice was steel wrapped in velvet.
"Closure. Ruin. Maybe redemption. Definitely revenge."
Camille smiled. "Then let's sew the first stitch."
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Meanwhile…
Knight Corp's offices were unusually quiet the day Chloe West walked in, not as Zara's roommate or quiet supporter but as a woman with power stitched into her spine and fire on her tongue.
She walked into Aiden's office without knocking.
"I'm resigning."
Aiden looked up, eyebrows lifting.
"You're one of the best we have."
"You had the best. Then you ruined her."
Chloe's words were ice. "You don't get to burn someone down and expect her circle to stay loyal."
She placed her resignation on his desk, crisp and final.
"I'm going to help her become everything you tried to control."
She turned, not waiting for his reaction, and walked out. Powerfully. Unapologetically.
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Back at Zara's studio, a buzz of creativity danced in the air.
Models walked, stylists pinned, cameras clicked. But Zara, Zara was still, like the calm eye in a storm of reinvention.
Chloe appeared, wearing wide-leg trousers, a silk blouse, and an attitude.
"I'm yours now. Full-time stylist. Wardrobe genius. Sass distributor."
Zara blinked. "You quit Knight Corp?"
"Correction. I broke up with it," Chloe grinned. "It wasn't good for my mental health."
They laughed, but behind Zara's eyes, there was still that ache.
Later, as they sat on the studio rooftop, watching the city blur into stars, Chloe turned to her.
"You're building something no man can take from you."
"I thought love was supposed to add to your life," Zara murmured. "But all it did was take."
Chloe nudged her shoulder. "Maybe that was the wrong kind of love."
Zara hesitated. "Do you think I'll ever… be able to open up again? To someone else?"
"Not just someone else," Chloe whispered. "Someone better. Someone worthy. The door isn't closed, babe—it's just healing."
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Elsewhere…
Madison and Camille exchanged encrypted files in a candle-lit room. One was a video. Another an audio recording from Knight Corp's archives. And then… a list of Zara's upcoming appearances.
Camille sipped her wine. "Shall we begin the show?"
Madison smiled.
"Let's thread it with thorns."
The city sparkled beneath the rooftop as Zara lay back on a picnic blanket Chloe had set up. She gazed at the stars, feeling smaller than she'd ever allowed herself to feel in weeks. No camera flash. No spotlights. Just the hum of life happening without her needing to perform.
"You really think I can love again?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible above the wind.
Chloe lay beside her, head propped up on one hand.
"I know you can. But not for the sake of replacing Aiden. For the sake of rediscovering you."
Zara looked at her. "But what if I fall again and it breaks me?"
"Then we pick the pieces, babe," Chloe said. "And this time? We gold-leaf the cracks."
They stayed in that moment—two women scarred by loyalty, lifted by friendship.
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Across town…
In a dark-lit warehouse space Camille used for her "private meetings," Madison stood before a wall cluttered with evidence, like a crime scene mixed with a fashion campaign.
There were old photos from Knight Corp's archives some with Aiden, some with Zara in candid moments, and some... doctored.
Madison stared at a candid shot of Zara laughing beside Aiden.
Her hands clenched. Her voice was a whisper of venom.
"He was mine first. Before she came in, before she lit up the damn place like she owned it."
Camille watched her with a raised brow. "Did he ever actually choose you?"
Silence.
Then Madison said, "He didn't have to. I knew what we were. She took that from me."
She opened a flash drive and handed it to Camille.
"This has voice memos from a few old meetings. I also dug into Knight Corp's finances. Found something that could flip the media if we need to."
Camille's smile was all teeth.
"Zara's about to feel the kind of betrayal that rewires her soul."
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Later that night…
Zara sat alone in her apartment. The glow from her laptop reflected in her eyes as she scrolled through an anonymous fashion blog.
Then she paused.
There it was a blurry, out-of-context photo of her with her Vogue Noir team. The caption:
"Knight Corp's golden girl on her way out... or just using Aiden's clout for a career leap?"
Her stomach dropped.
She clicked the comment section. The first few were harmless. But then came the ones laced with hate.
"Typical social climber."
"She played him, obviously."
"Isn't this the same girl from that leaked photo last week?"
Zara shut the lid of her laptop, heart pounding.
She didn't cry.
She didn't scream.
She just… stared at the wall, numb.
Then her phone buzzed. A message from Chloe:
"Whatever they post, you're still the baddest bitch I know. Sleep with your crown on." 👑
Zara smiled soft, small, but real.
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And somewhere else in the city...
Aiden Knight sat in his office, staring at a printed photo of Zara on the Vogue Noir red carpet.
He looked hollow. Like a man finally realizing he lost the one thing that ever made him feel human.
Then he flipped the photo over.
Behind it… scribbled by Camille's hand…
"Still think she's coming back to you?"
His jaw tightened.
But his eyes? Filled with regret.
And fury.
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