Elena stared at Regina’s smiling face one last time, then shoved the newspaper aside. The tremor in her hands stilled. She rose from her chair, spine straight, eyes burning with resolve.
“No more hiding,” she said. “If Regina wants to play queen, let her. But I built this empire with my own two hands, and I won’t let her snatch it away.”
Within hours, her team was summoned. The atelier buzzed as Elena marched in, every head turning. She stood at the center of the room, commanding silence.
“Regina thinks I’m finished. She wants to erase me. But we are not broken—we are reborn. Tomorrow, we unveil a new line. No investors, no compromises. Just us—our work, our truth.”
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Her words cut through the doubt like a blade. Even the most hesitant staff straightened, fire rekindled in their eyes. Daniel caught her gaze from the back of the room, pride glowing in his expression.
That night, press releases hit every outlet: Elena de la Cruz announces impromptu showcase—‘The Phoenix Collection.’
When she stepped before the cameras, Elena did not apologize. She did not falter. Draped in one of her own creations—sleek, defiant, shimmering with crimson silk—she looked every inch the queen Regina tried to dethrone.
“My life is not defined by whispers,” she declared, voice steady. “My work speaks for itself. And tomorrow, it will roar.”
The flash of cameras exploded like lightning, but Elena stood unflinching, fire blazing in her veins. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t on the defensive—she was striking back.
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