Marrying His Rival: The Ex-Fiancé's Nightmare

Charlotte Glover POV:

I didn't knock.

I didn't wait for his secretary to scurry out and announce me.

I pushed open the heavy mahogany doors of Bryant's office at Barnes Tower with the rubber tip of my crutch.

Bryant was seated behind his massive desk, reviewing documents with a calm that made my blood boil. Kalia was perched on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs and scrolling through her phone.

She looked up, and a smirk curled her lips.

"Oh look, the copycat is here."

Rage, cold and vivid, sharpened my vision.

"Get out," I said to her.

Bryant finally looked up, his expression one of bored irritation.

"Charlotte, you're trespassing. And you're interrupting a strategy meeting."

"Strategy?" A laugh tore from my throat, a harsh sound that scraped against the silence. "Is that what you call framing your fiancée for corporate espionage?"

I tossed the tablet onto his desk. It slid across the polished wood with a hiss, colliding with his coffee mug.

"She stole my sketchbooks, Bryant. The night she broke into my home. The night she broke my hand."

Bryant didn't even glance at the tablet. He looked at Kalia.

"Is this true?"

Kalia's eyes welled up with instant, practiced tears. The transformation was so seamless it was almost impressive.

"No! I've been working on those designs for months," she cried, her voice trembling perfectly. "She's just jealous because you tweeted about me. She's trying to ruin my big break."

She slid off the desk and buried her face in the crook of Bryant's neck.

"She scares me, Bryant. Look at her eyes. She looks crazy."

Bryant wrapped a protective arm around her, his gaze hardening as he glared at me.

"You're pathetic, Charlotte. Blaming a young girl just because your business is failing."

"My business is failing because you publicly accused me of theft!" I screamed, my composure shattering. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Investors are pulling out. Retailers are cancelling orders. You are destroying the Glover legacy."

"Maybe the Glover legacy deserves to be destroyed if it's built on stolen ideas," Bryant said, his voice ice-cold.

He stood up, towering over me.

"I'm going to sue you, Charlotte. For defamation. For harassment. And AURA? I'm going to acquire it for pennies on the dollar once you're bankrupt. Kalia can run it properly."

The room went dead silent.

He wasn't just siding with her. He was handing her my life's work.

"You would give my company to her?" I whispered, the betrayal striking deeper than the broken bone.

"She has vision," Bryant said dismissively. "You just have a last name."

He pressed a button on his intercom.

"Security. Escort Ms. Glover out. If she resists, call the police."

I looked at him. Really looked at him.

I saw the arrogance. The cruelty. The absolute blindness.

"You're making a mistake," I said quietly, my voice steadying. "A mistake you can't buy your way out of."

"Get out," he said.

Two guards entered. They hesitated for a moment, eyeing my cast and my crutches.

"I can walk," I snapped, shaking off their reaching hands.

I turned and hobbled out, the rhythm of my crutches echoing on the marble.

As the heavy doors clicked shut, I heard Kalia giggle.

"You're the best, baby."

I went straight to the bank.

My accounts were frozen. Barnes Legal had filed an injunction.

I went to the AURA office.

My staff was already packing boxes.

"We can't pay the rent, Ms. Glover," Sarah said, tears streaming down her face. "The landlord served an eviction notice an hour ago."

I stood in the middle of the studio, surrounded by half-finished mannequins and rolls of unspooled silk.

It was over.

He had won.

But as I looked at the debris of my dreams, a shift occurred in the center of my chest.

He had destroyed Charlotte the Designer.

But in doing so, he had just woken up Charlotte the Glover.

I picked up my phone.

"Jaden," I said, my voice devoid of fear.

"I'm ready to sign the papers."