The Conqueror's Vindicated Darling

Griffin frowned, his hatred for me seemingly etched into his bones.

We were once genuinely in love. It started with mutual admiration at a charity auction, and blossomed as we moved seamlessly together on business deals, becoming the power couple everyone envied. He had promised he would be mine and mine alone, forever.

I had even proudly announced our engagement to the company's board. At the party celebrating it, I was supposed to be the one on his arm, but Griffin's gaze never left my sister, Felicity. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach, and I voiced my displeasure to him that night. His brows furrowed with impatience, his tone dismissive. I thought he was just exhausted from the party, so I let him rest, never imagining it was the beginning of my downfall.

Later, at the engagement ceremony, I saw the decor was completely different from what I’d chosen and stormed off to find Griffin. He just met my rage with cold eyes and said, "I will not have an ambitious woman for a wife! The lady of the Lancaster house can only be your sister, Felicity!"

I couldn't understand. How could the man who once praised my talent now attack me with such venom? I lost control and rushed to the center of the hall, demanding to know what Felicity had said to him. In the midst of our argument, a competitor launched a devastating hostile takeover. Both our family empires were on the verge of bankruptcy overnight.

The sight of my father's suddenly aged face broke my heart. I was the heir. I was supposed to protect our family, and I had failed. So incompetent. Once I'd stabilized the company, I walked away. I let them have each other. I helped my father clean up the corporate mess, pulling us back from the brink. But when I saw them happily engaged, saw the genuine joy on my family's faces, I knew I had no place there anymore. I left for Europe to start over, burying the hurt deep inside.

But I never imagined that my choice to walk away would be twisted into something so contemptible. They painted me as the bitter ex who fled to Europe after being caught.

"Scarlett, you're no longer the heir to the Blackwood family. You should drop that arrogant attitude," Griffin said, standing before me with his arm wrapped around Felicity's waist.

Felicity's eyes were red and swollen. She choked out, "Scarlett, I don't care about your past with Griffin; I can accept it. Come back to New York. You can even start from the bottom."

After speaking, Felicity looked me up and down. "And by the looks of it, you don't have a partner right now, do you? I know how painful it was when Griffin chose me. To make it up to you, Griffin and I can help you find someone. Given your current situation, a young elite is out of the question, but I'll do my best to find you a decent, wealthy older man."

Her words were laced with such cloying sincerity that many guests murmured in admiration of her supposed kindness.

I had no desire to watch her performance any longer and turned to leave. However, as I turned, a sudden shove from the crowd sent me stumbling backward, my hip catching the edge of a display stand.

The next second, the alarm on a priceless modern art sculpture shrieked, echoing through the hall.

Felicity's scream followed. She covered her mouth, pointing at the blaring sculpture. "Scarlett! That's the birthday gift Mr. Rhys Covington prepared for his partner! How could you be so careless?!"

"I heard that Mr. Covington is ruthless about his art. You're finished!"