The Scorned Woman's Unstoppable Rise

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For my entire life, I was the secret architect of my stepbrother Hector' s perfect world. As the CEO of our family's empire, I funded his every whim, letting him play the prince while I quietly ran the kingdom. That all ended the night his girlfriend-a bar manager I once hired-had me beaten in the cellar of my own hotel. She called me a charity case, a pathetic leech trying to mooch off his money. Then she and her guards cracked three of my ribs and demanded half a million dollars to let me go. All while Hector, the brother I had sacrificed everything for, ignored my desperate calls. He was too busy partying in the penthouse I paid for. When he finally learned what happened, he took her side. He called me a bitter old hag, a monster trying to ruin his happiness. The physical pain was nothing compared to the chilling realization that the man I had protected for decades was a parasite. Lying on that cold concrete floor, I understood. I wasn't just going to cut him off. I was going to burn his entire world to the ground, starting with the thirty-year-old secret of his birth that I had sworn to protect.

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Chapter 1

That all ended the night his girlfriend-a bar manager I once hired-had me beaten in the cellar of my own hotel.

She called me a charity case, a pathetic leech trying to mooch off his money. Then she and her guards cracked three of my ribs and demanded half a million dollars to let me go.

All while Hector, the brother I had sacrificed everything for, ignored my desperate calls. He was too busy partying in the penthouse I paid for.

When he finally learned what happened, he took her side. He called me a bitter old hag, a monster trying to ruin his happiness.

The physical pain was nothing compared to the chilling realization that the man I had protected for decades was a parasite.

Lying on that cold concrete floor, I understood. I wasn't just going to cut him off. I was going to burn his entire world to the ground, starting with the thirty-year-old secret of his birth that I had sworn to protect.

Chapter 1

My world shattered with a whisper, not a shout. "I regret every second I wasted loving you. We are over." This wasn't a choice; it was a surrender to a truth I'd avoided for too long.

The bar buzzed with the low hum of expensive conversations. I sat at a corner table, invisible in my worn workout clothes. The server, a young woman with nervous eyes, had just returned. She cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she stammered, "but Mr. Cardenas's corporate account... it seems to be declined for this type of charge."

A familiar irritation pricked at me. Hector. Always Hector. He used that account for everything. A single glass of Chardonnay shouldn't be an issue. I tried to keep my voice even, a calm that belied the building frustration.

"Could you please try it again?" I asked, pushing my driver's license across the polished dark wood. "It's Alessandra Cardenas. My stepbrother, Hector, knows I use it."

The server flinched, glancing nervously towards the bar. My gaze followed hers. Chris Finley. Hector's girlfriend. She stood behind the bar, a sneer already forming on her perfectly made-up face. I knew Chris from her past role, a bar manager I'd hired years ago. The role she still held, despite her elevated social status as Hector' s arm candy.

Chris's eyes, sharp and calculating, locked onto mine. She walked over, her movements deliberate, her high heels clicking a rhythm of contempt on the marble floor. She snatched the server's notepad.

"Having trouble, sweetie?" Chris purred, her voice dripping with fake concern, loud enough for those nearby to hear. "Oh, it's you again."

My stomach tightened. I hated these pointless confrontations. I preferred to conduct my business in boardrooms, not hotel bars. Especially not my hotel bars.

"Chris," I said, trying to maintain a professional tone, "there seems to be a misunderstanding. I'm Alessandra Cardenas. This is my brother's account."

Chris let out a theatrical laugh, a harsh, grating sound that drew curious glances from the scattered patrons. My cheeks flushed. This was absurd. I was the CEO of Cardenas Hospitality Group. This was my hotel.

She leaned in close, her breath smelling of mint and something sweet, probably one of the expensive cocktails she favored. "Oh, I know who you are, darling," she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, but laced with venom. "The little charity case Hector occasionally throws a bone to. What, your allowance ran out already? Trying to mooch off his corporate funds again?"

My mind reeled. Charity case? Allowance? I funded Hector's entire existence. Every luxury, every whim.

"You must be mistaken," I said, my voice now tight with a simmering anger. "I am Alessandra Cardenas." I paused, then added, "The CEO."

Chris laughed again, louder this time, her head thrown back. "Oh, the 'CEO'! Hilarious! Listen, honey, I see you here often enough, lurking around. Always dressed like you just rolled out of bed, trying to pretend you belong. Let me make something clear: Hector owns this place. And I run it." She jabbed a manicured finger at the discarded receipt. "He told me specifically: 'Don't let anyone but me charge to this account.'"

A cold dread spread through me. Hector knew I used that account. Had he really told her that? Was this a test? A joke?

"I think you need to double-check with Hector," I said, my voice dangerously low. "Or perhaps you could just verify the account details yourself. He's my stepbrother."

I pulled out my phone, a sudden instinct telling me to call him. Chris watched me, her smirk widening. The phone rang once, twice... then straight to voicemail. I tried again. Voicemail. A chill snaked down my spine. This wasn't a mistake. This was deliberate.

Chris's triumphant smile was a punch to the gut. "See? He's probably busy with someone important. Not some desperate hanger-on looking for a free drink."

I stared at her, the pieces clicking into place. Her jealousy. Her insecurity. Her desperate need to protect her access to Hector's wealth. She saw me as a threat. And Hector... Hector was letting this happen.

"I am not a hanger-on," I stated, my voice devoid of emotion, the shock giving way to a chilling clarity. "I own this hotel. I own the company that owns this hotel. And you, Chris Finley, are an employee of that company."

Chris's face contorted, her false sweetness gone. "Don't you dare," she snarled, her voice losing its public suavity. "Don't you dare try to pull that boss lady crap with me. You think I don't know you? You think I don't know you've been trying to seduce Hector for years, trying to get your hands on his money? Your pathetic little game ends now."

She leaned in again, her eyes burning with a hateful fire. "You're nothing. A sad, little old maid who can't get a man, so you try to steal someone else's. And you try to steal from my Hector using his money? How utterly shameless!"

My mind went blank. The audacity. The sheer, unadulterated venom. I could feel the eyes of the other patrons on us, whispered murmurs starting to spread. The public humiliation was a slow burn, turning my stomach to ash.

Chris straightened up, a glint of malicious pleasure in her eyes. She clapped her hands sharply twice. "Security!" she barked.

Two hulking figures in dark suits, Cardenas Hotel security, moved swiftly towards our table. Bradley Wheeler, the hotel's general manager, wasn't around, which was unusual. A cold realization washed over me: this was orchestrated.

"This woman is causing a disturbance," Chris announced loudly, pointing at me. "She's trespassing and attempting fraud. Get her out of here. And make sure she doesn't come back."

The security guards looked at me, then at Chris. They knew Chris was Hector's girlfriend. They knew she held sway. My reserved nature, my preference for working behind the scenes, suddenly worked against me. They didn't recognize me as the Alessandra Cardenas.

Before I could protest, before I could utter a single word, their hands clamped onto my arms. Their grip was bruising, painful. My feet left the ground as they half-dragged, half-carried me across the opulent lobby. I struggled, a silent gasp escaping my lips, but their strength far outweighed mine. Dignity shredded, I was a rag doll in their hands. The faces of the patrons blurred into a judgmental haze.

They didn't lead me to the exit. They steered me towards a service corridor, a hidden passage I knew led to the hotel's back rooms. My heart hammered against my ribs. This wasn't just about a drink anymore.

The corridor twisted, dark and narrow. My body scraped against the rough plaster walls. I caught a glimpse of a door, a heavy, iron-bound door marked "Wine Cellar - Staff Only." They shoved me through it, the air instantly colder, heavier, smelling of damp earth and fermentation.

I stumbled, barely catching myself before I fell. The room was dimly lit by a single bare bulb. Racks of wine bottles lined the walls, an incongruous backdrop for what was happening. Before I could process my surroundings, another shove sent me sprawling onto the cold, concrete floor. The guards were gone, not even a backward glance. Only Chris Finley remained, silhouetted in the doorway, her smile a chilling promise of something truly sinister.

The heavy door slammed shut, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the weak light from the bare bulb. The sound echoed, sealing me in. The stench of mildew and stale wine filled my nostrils. I was alone, truly alone, with her. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just humiliation. This was something far, far worse.