Sophia swept into the Hamilton Group's headquarters, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The employees couldn't help but stare as she passed by, their whispers and curious glances following her like a trail. Sophia didn't bat an eyelid, accustomed to the attention. She had always been known as the “group’s spoilt brat.”

It had only been weeks since she married Pierce, but the bruises on her cheekbone, hidden behind a layer of makeup, still ached - It was a bitter reminder of how she had disobeyed him and reached out to Alexander.

She stepped into the conference room, her eyes scanning the faces of the company’s key stakeholders, employees...