“It’s true,” she said at last, her voice steady, every syllable deliberate. “I, Rainee Garcia, formerly Garcia, am the principal shareholder of Vivacity, holding Sixty-five percent.” A ripple of gasps swept through the room. Cameras clicked like a dry machine. Reporters exchanged looks as if prizes had been handed out. They had the story of the season. Around them, flashes painted everyone in sharp, accusatory strokes. Alex stood almost motionless, his face unreadable, watching Rainee as if watching a performance unfold. Emma, on the other hand, was spiraling into panic. Her breath quickened, her nails digging into her palm as the truth sank in, she held barely fifteen percent of her own company. The empire she had built, the power she had flaunted for years, was slipping through her fingers like sand. “It’s not true! It must be-- must be fake! She’s lying--” “Mother-in-law, I have one more surprise for you.” Emma Fraser’s jaw tightened. Rage and panic warred across her featur
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