"What did you say?" Daniel furrowed his brows, his expression filled with confusion. "Tracie, what are you talking about? There’s no other bride. It’s always been you. I’m just... I’m busy right now. Things are complicated. I can’t think about a wedding until all this is settled."

I stood still, my face a mask of calm that barely concealed the storm brewing inside me. "Stop," I said firmly, shaking my head. "Enough with the lies, Daniel. I know everything. You really thought I wouldn’t figure it out? You thought I wouldn’t understand Italian?" The volume of my voice was high as I spoke. "You actually thought you could talk about marrying Ginger Massey to save your company, right in front of me?"

His expression faltered. "Tracie, I—"

"No," I cut him off, fury bubbling up. "I remember all of it. You and your friends, laughing at me. Thinking I wouldn’t catch on. Well, I did, Daniel. Every last word."

He froze, trying to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing in silence. "Tracie, please... I’m sorry. I never meant for it to go down like this. But I didn’t have a choice."

"No choice?" I repeated, disbelieving. "Explain that to me."

Daniel ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a look of guilt washing over him. "I have to marry Ginger," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, almost pleading. "It’s for the family. If I don’t, the company will fail. Can’t you see what that means? Eddy Insurance is the biggest healthcare provider in America. If I can’t fix this... if I can’t save it... everything will crumble. The business, my father’s legacy... everything."

I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay composed. "So, that’s it? You marry her, and I just sit on the sidelines, waiting?"

"It’s not like that," he said quickly, his voice filled with desperation. "It’s not serious. It’s just an arrangement. Tracie, I still love you. You don’t understand the pressure I’m under."

I took a slow breath, trying to push my emotions down. "What if I could help you?"

Daniel blinked, shocked by my words, before—disgustingly—he laughed.

"Help me?" he scoffed. "Tracie, this isn’t some little problem. Do you have any idea what this really means? This is beyond anything you can fix. You don’t have the resources. You don’t have anything."

His words felt like a slap in the face, but I refused to let him see my hurt. I shrugged, forcing a cold, indifferent smile. "Fine, Daniel. Do what you have to do."

Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, lost in his own mess.

The bar was dimly lit, the low murmur of conversations blending with the clink of glasses. I sank into a corner booth, nursing my drink, trying to numb the ache in my chest.

How had I let it get to this point? How had I given so much to someone so blind, so self-centered?

I swirled the ice in my glass, the soft clinking filling the silence. The betrayal. The lies. The years I had wasted with him... Then, my phone buzzed.

Expecting nothing more than a message or spam, I checked it—and my grip on the glass tightened.

A wedding invitation.

From Ginger Massey.

My stomach churned as I opened it. The elegant script mocked me as I read. The wedding would be grand, lavish—everything her family could provide. And she had sent this to me directly.

We all went to the same high school years ago. Ginger always had her sights on Daniel, but back then, he had chosen me. She’d hated that, lost to someone like me—someone they thought was nobody. But they didn’t know the truth of who I was.

Now, she was shoving her victory in my face. She had finally claimed him, and she wanted me to see it.

Anger surged through me, a fire that burned hot and wild. If they thought they could get away with this, I’d make sure their wedding was destroyed.

I arrived at the wedding fashionably late, making sure to grab everyone’s attention the moment I walked in.

"Is that a wedding dress?" someone whispered.

"It can’t be," another voice murmured.

"Wait... look at her neck! Is that... the Cartier necklace?"

"The limited-edition one? There were only three made!"

"The last time anyone saw it, the Lady of the Whitaker Clan was wearing it. Who is she?"

"Sorry I’m late," I said, smoothly making my way to the front where Ginger and Daniel stood. I tilted my head slightly, meeting Ginger’s glare with a small, knowing smile. "Wouldn’t miss your big day for anything. Wishing you both the best."

Ginger’s nostrils flared, her forced smile faltering. "You’re wearing white," she said sharply. "Only the bride wears white. Surely you know that?"

I glanced down at my gown, feigning surprise. "Oh, did I? But white is such a lovely color, don’t you think?"

"Lovely or not," she snapped, raising her voice so everyone could hear, "you’re out of place. Where did you even get that gown? That necklace?"

She added, louder still, her words aimed to wound, "Let me guess—did you take out a loan for this stunt? Or is it a fake?"

A few chuckles rang out from the crowd, her jab landing as intended. I smiled back, calm and unbothered.

"You don’t know, do you?" I began, my voice cutting through the murmur of the room. "I am the daughter of the Whit—"

Before I could finish, a loud gunshot rang out.

The room went still. Laughter stopped. Silence consumed the space.

Then, chaos.

Screams erupted as people scrambled toward the exits, high heels clattering against marble floors. Daniel grabbed Ginger’s arm, dragging her away toward the hallway. He left. That was it. He just left.

What a coward.

With no other choice, I followed the frenzied crowd.

The hallway was a disaster. Bodyguards lay sprawled across the floor, blood pooling beneath them. More screams echoed as more guests rushed to escape the madness.

I hurried, my steps quickening as I tried to make sense of the chaos. Another explosion shook the building, the deafening blast sending debris flying.

I stumbled, coughing through the dust, but managed to steady myself. The hallway ahead was blocked by rubble, forcing me to turn back.

Then came another round of gunfire, closer this time.

I crept forward, drawn by equal parts fear and curiosity. A door was slightly ajar, and I peered inside.

A man in a hoodie stood in the center of the room, a gun in his hand. The scent of gunpowder still lingered.

And there, on the floor, lay Penny Eddy—the CEO of Alliance Insurance and Daniel’s father. Blood pooled around him, staining the plush carpet.

My heart skipped a beat, and as I turned to leave, footsteps sounded behind me.

I slowly turned, and the sight that met my eyes made my heart freeze in my chest.

I saw him first—a man whose eyes were sharp and dangerous, his gaze locking onto mine. Before I could react, his hand shot out and gripped my arm, pulling me back.

“Not so fast, young lady,” he said with a smirk, amusement in his voice.

I screamed, panic rising in my chest. “Help! Somebody, help!”

His laugh was cold and detached. “Scream all you want. No one's coming. After that explosion, everyone’s too busy running for their lives. You’re stuck with me now.”

“What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “Are you going to kill me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Kill you? No. I need an alibi.”

I felt my stomach twist in horror. “No. I won’t be a part of whatever this is!”

“You think you have a choice?” He tightened his grip. “You saw too much. You're not leaving until I’m done with you.”

Fury replaced my fear as I met his gaze. “Do you even know who I am? If you did, you’d think twice before using me.”

His smirk deepened. “Miss Tracie Whitaker, Europe’s wealthiest heiress.”

A cold shiver ran down my spine. How did he know?

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” he said. “And now you’re mine.”

Before I could reply, the door burst open, and a new figure entered—a lean man with a grim expression. “Boss, the elevator’s working. We need to move. The helicopter’s out, and the police are swarming.”

Bobbie, so that was his name, nodded. “We’ll blend with the crowd. Stick to the plan.”

He dragged me into the elevator, his men flanking us. As the doors shut, he leaned in close, his voice a quiet whisper. “Perfect crime. No one will ever tie me to this.”

“You have a witness,” I spat. “Me.”

His smirk didn’t falter. “Oh, but you wouldn’t risk your family’s reputation, would you, Miss Whitaker?”

I stiffened, glaring at him. “Why did you kill Penny? What’s your real goal here?”

He answered simply, “Justice. Do you know how many families he ruined with his scams? He got what he deserved.”

“And that justifies murder?” I snapped.

“There’s no justice in this world,” he said coldly. “Not for the poor, anyway.”

The elevator doors opened to chaos. The lobby was a scene of frantic police officers, terrified guests running in every direction, and bloodied security guards sprawled across the floor.

Bobbie tightened his grip on my arm as we navigated the madness. My mind raced, searching for a way out.

Then I saw him—Daniel. He stood protectively by Ginger, his arm around her. Her face was pale, but when her eyes found me, her expression twisted into one of fury.

“That’s her!” Ginger screamed, pointing at me. “She did this! She’s the one who killed Penny!”

My mouth dropped open in shock. “What?” I gasped.

“This is because Daniel left you, isn’t it?” Ginger sneered. “You couldn’t handle the rejection, so you killed his father!”

I turned desperately to Daniel, my voice pleading. “You know me. I wouldn’t—”

“I don’t know you,” Daniel said, his voice as cold as ice. “Not anymore.”

I slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the chaos. “You think I’m capable of murder?” I hissed.

“Miss Tracie?” A police officer stepped forward. “We need you to come with us for questioning.”

I froze. “I didn’t do this! It was him!” I pointed at Bobbie, who stood calmly beside me, his expression amused as he watched the scene unfold.

The officer raised an eyebrow. “Him? That’s impossible. He’s Bobbie Howard.”

“So what?” I shot back.

“He’s a wealthy businessman, an Ivy League graduate, and an exceptional athlete,” the officer explained. “Why would someone like him have any reason to kill Penny Eddy?”

“And I do?” I demanded, my voice rising with frustration.

The officer didn’t flinch. “Yes, people like you always cause trouble. Now, come with us.”

Ginger smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “See? Look at her. She’s wearing stolen jewelry. There’s no way she could afford that.”

“I’m not a thief!” I screamed, my voice shaking with fury. “I’m Tracie Whitaker, the daughter of Europe’s wealthiest family!”

The room went silent for a moment before a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd.

Bobbie leaned in close, his voice a mocking whisper. “See how quickly they judge? Do you understand what I mean now about justice?”

I glared at him, anger and helplessness roiling inside me. “You did this,” I said, grinding my teeth.

“No, babe,” he replied softly, his tone laced with mockery. “They did this to you because they think you’re poor.”

His words sank in like a heavy weight, crushing any hope I had left. I was trapped, and no one would believe me.

The interrogation room felt like a prison—cold, stifling, and oppressive. I sat motionless in the metal chair, my wrists resting on the table as I refused to acknowledge the officers looming over me.

"Miss Tracie," one officer said, his voice calm but firm. "Cooperate, and this will go much quicker. Tell us why you were near Penny Eddy's room."

I kept my gaze fixed on the table, unwilling to give him an answer.

"Miss Tracie," another officer urged, his tone growing impatient, "if you want this to end, you need to be honest with us."

Finally, I lifted my eyes to meet his. "I want a lawyer," I said, my voice unwavering.

One of the officers sighed, clearly frustrated. "We’ll get to that, but for now, you need to answer our questions."

I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms. "If you let me make a call—to my mother—you’ll get the answers you’re looking for. But you won’t, will you?"

The officers exchanged a brief glance but remained silent.

"I demand to call her," I insisted, my voice rising slightly. "If you do, you'll understand exactly who I am and the truth about everything."

"Enough," one of the officers snapped, slamming his hand on the table. "You’re not calling anyone until we’re finished here."

The door swung open, and Ginger entered with Daniel trailing behind her. Ginger’s eyes immediately landed on the jewelry I was wearing.

"Take it off," she ordered, her voice as cold as ice.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"The necklace," Ginger repeated, her finger pointing at it. "And the rest of the jewelry. You’re a thief, Tracie. You don’t deserve to wear them."

I clenched my jaw in defiance. "These are mine."

Ginger let out a laugh, as if the idea were absurd. "Yours? Don’t make me laugh. I’ll hold onto them until the real Lady Whitaker shows up. Let’s see how long you can keep pretending."

"Ginger," Daniel said hesitantly, but she shot him a glare, silencing him instantly.

She turned back to me with a sharp look. "Just because your last name is Whitaker doesn’t mean you’re part of the family. I’ve known you since college, Tracie. The Whitaker family doesn’t even have a daughter. Stop pretending."

I bit my tongue, resisting the urge to argue. Of course, they didn’t know the truth about my family—my parents had never spoken of me publicly. It was a choice I made to protect myself, but now, seeing everything unfold, it felt like the time to reveal who I truly was.

Ginger glanced at Daniel. "We should take the jewelry and return it to Lady Whitaker. Maybe she’ll reconsider the partnership."

"That sounds like a good plan," Daniel agreed, his voice distant.

I scoffed. "Your father’s dead, and all you care about is money?" I shook my head in disgust. "It almost makes me think you wanted him gone."

"Shut up, Tracie," Ginger snapped, and for the first time, I could see the true malice in her eyes. The more I saw her, the more I loathed her—and Daniel too. He should’ve been the one who died.

Ginger stepped closer to me, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the necklace around my neck. "Take it off," she demanded, pointing at the chain. "You don’t have the right to wear that."

I raised an eyebrow and met her glare with one of my own. "I’m not giving you anything. It’s mine."

"Yours?" Ginger let out a sarcastic laugh. "Stop lying. You stole it. Hand it over, or I’ll take it from you myself."

She reached for the necklace, her fingers brushing the gold chain, but I quickly stepped back, swatting her hand away.

"Don’t touch me," I snapped, my temper flaring.

"You don’t deserve it!" Ginger hissed, her anger erupting as she lunged at me again.

We struggled, her nails scraping against my neck as I pushed her hands away. The noise drew the attention of both the police officers and Daniel.

"Enough!" A commanding voice rang out, silencing the chaos in an instant.

Everyone turned toward the door, where a tall, poised woman stood—my mother.