Elara’s hands trembled as she set down the tablet. The vicious lies in the article had shaken her to her core, but a steely courage was beginning to form within her. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let them destroy her like this.

A soft knock on her door startled her. “Come in,” she called, quickly composing herself.

Aiden entered, his face a mask of concern. “Mrs. Blackwood! I’ve just received word from Mr. Blackwood. He’s calling an emergency press conference to address the article.”

Elara nodded, a plan forming in her mind. “Thank you, Aiden. Please have the car ready in fifteen minutes.”

As Aiden left, Elara moved quickly, gathering her thoughts and preparing...