Discarded by the CEO, Claimed by the Kingmaker
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For four years, Clara Hayes was the invisible ghost-designer keeping Damian's luxury empire afloat, enduring his coldness and their secret marriage. When Damian publicly announces his engagement to socialite Vanessa Sterling, forcing Clara to sign divorce papers in the shadows, she thinks she's lost everything. But the arrival of Alexander Sterling—Vanessa's estranged, ruthless billionaire brother and Wall Street's Kingmaker—changes everything. He doesn't just want to buy Damian's empire; he wants Clara. And he's been looking for her for five long years.
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Chapter 1
The crystal chandeliers of the St. Regis grand ballroom cast a fractured, dazzling light over the elite of New York’s fashion world, but Clara Hayes stood strictly in the shadows. Tucked behind a massive pillar near the service entrance, Clara adjusted the collar of her simple, unbranded black dress. She didn’t belong in the light. For four years, that had been the golden rule of her existence. She was the ghost, the phantom hands that sketched, draped, and bled over every single garment that carried the Croft Luxury label. And tonight, at the company’s highly anticipated anniversary gala, she was exactly where her husband wanted her: out of sight.A deafening round of applause echoed through the cavernous room. Clara leaned slightly around the pillar, her breath catching in her throat as she watched Damian Croft take the stage. Damian looked every inch the billionaire CEO. His tuxedo was impeccably tailored, his jawline sharp, and his charismatic smile was a weapon he wielded with terrifying precision. For a brief, agonizing second, Clara remembered the man who had charmed her in design school, the man who had promised her the world if she would just help him build his empire first. "Ladies and gentlemen," Damian’s voice boomed through the microphone, smooth as aged bourbon. "Tonight, we celebrate not just the legacy of Croft Luxury, but its future. The 'Ethereal' line has broken every sales record in our company's history. But I cannot take the credit."Clara’s heart gave a sudden, painful thump. *Is he actually going to do it?* she thought, a foolish, desperate flare of hope rising in her chest. *Is he finally going to acknowledge me?*Damian extended a hand toward the front row. "The genius behind this collection, the true visionary, and my absolute muse... Vanessa Sterling!"The spotlight violently swung away from the stage, illuminating a stunning, pampered blonde woman in a cascading gown of silver silk—a gown Clara had spent three sleepless nights sewing by hand until her fingers were raw and bandaged. Vanessa stood up, feigning a bashful smile, and gracefully glided up the stairs to join Damian. She looked like a goddess, radiating the kind of vain, unearned confidence that only old money could buy. "Vanessa has brought life to this brand," Damian continued, pulling the socialite against his side. "And she has brought life to me. Which is why, tonight, I have an announcement that goes beyond business."Clara’s stomach plummeted. The air in the ballroom suddenly felt suffocatingly thin.Damian reached into his breast pocket and produced a velvet box. The crowd gasped collectively as he dropped to one knee right there on the stage. "Vanessa," Damian said, his voice dropping to a theatrical, intimate register that was amplified across the room. "Will you do me the ultimate honor of becoming my wife?"Vanessa covered her mouth with manicured hands, her eyes sparkling with triumphant tears. "Yes! Oh, Damian, yes!"The ballroom erupted into a standing ovation. Flashbulbs exploded in a blinding frenzy. Clara stood frozen in the dark, her fingernails biting so deeply into her palms that they broke the skin. He was proposing.
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