Chapter 4: The Charity Gala
The annual Sterling Foundation Charity Gala was the most exclusive event of the year. Billionaires, politicians, and celebrities gathered in the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel. Tonight was special. Tonight, Arthur Sterling was officially announcing his successor to the world.
I stood in front of a full-length mirror in the VIP dressing room, adjusting the bodice of my emerald-green silk gown. The Sterling diamonds rested heavily against my collarbone. I looked like royalty. I felt like royalty.
"Nervous?"
I turned to see Alexander leaning against the doorframe, wearing a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His dark eyes swept over me, and for a second, the fiercely professional lawyer vanished, replaced by a man looking at a woman he deeply admired.
"A little," I admitted, smiling. "But mostly ready."
"You're going to magnificent," he said softly, stepping forward to offer his arm. "Let's show them who you are."
Down in the ballroom, the champagne was flowing. The room was a sea of glittering jewels and flashing cameras. But as I walked down the grand staircase on Alexander's arm, the room fell into a stunned silence. Whispers erupted. Everyone knew Arthur Sterling had found his lost granddaughter, but very few had seen her in person.
Across the room, near the catering tables, a commotion broke out.
"I have a right to be here! My son was her husband! I am practically royalty!"
My heart skipped a beat, but my face remained an icy mask. It was Brenda Whitmore.
She was wearing an outdated, ill-fitting dress that looked like it had been bought at a thrift store. She looked haggard, her hair messy, frantically trying to push past a security guard who had caught her trying to sneak in through the kitchen. Greg was right behind her, looking mortified but equally desperate.
"Let her through," I commanded, my voice slicing through the tense silence of the ballroom.
The crowd parted like the Red Sea. Brenda stumbled forward, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw me. She looked at the emerald gown, the diamonds, the sheer power radiating from the people flanking me.
"Maya...?" Brenda gasped, her voice cracking.
"Mrs. Whitmore," I said coldly. "Are you looking for the floor to eat off of? Because this carpet is imported from Persia, and I’d rather you didn't stain it."
A few chuckles rippled through the elite crowd. Brenda turned beet red.
"You bitch!" Brenda screamed, completely losing what was left of her mind. "You ruined my family! You stole my son's child! That baby belongs to the Whitmores!" She lunged forward, raising her hand to slap me, just as she had on Thanksgiving.
She didn't even make it halfway.
Alexander stepped forward with lightning speed, catching her wrist mid-air with a grip so tight Brenda shrieked in pain.
"Assaulting the CEO of the Sterling Empire in front of three hundred witnesses, including the Chief of Police," Alexander said smoothly, his eyes flashing with lethal intent. "That's a bold strategy, Mrs. Whitmore."
Greg ran forward, grabbing his mother's other arm. "Mom, stop! Are you crazy?! Maya, I'm sorry, she's lost her mind since we lost the house!"
Suddenly, the microphone on the main stage squealed. Arthur Sterling stood at the podium, looking down at the pathetic display.
"Officers," Arthur’s booming voice echoed through the speakers. "Arrest that woman. Not just for assault, but for the forged tax documents my legal team uncovered during the liquidation of Whitmore Enterprises. And take her cowardly son as an accessory."
The police moved in swiftly. Brenda kicked and screamed, crying out for Greg to save her, but Greg was already in handcuffs, weeping uncontrollably. As they were dragged out of the ballroom, surrounded by the flashing cameras of the press, Brenda caught my eye one last time.
There was no arrogance left. Only absolute, crushing defeat.
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Arthur raised his glass. "Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to introduce the future of this family, and the new CEO of the Sterling Empire. My granddaughter, Maya Sterling."
The room erupted into thunderous applause. I raised my chin, smiling as Alexander took my hand and kissed my knuckles. The humiliation of the past was finally dead.
