From Workhorse To Queen: My Reign

almer's political career. I was the ghostwriter, the strategist,

hed across my phone. Josh was on live TV, announcing

me, calling me a "useful workhorse" bef

y was finding my la

d ground the pieces into t

ered remains of my mother's memory,

a powerless girl, but they had just awakened a queen.

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a nervous habit. My heart pounded a rhythm against my ribs, a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Seven years. Seven long years, and tonight was finally it. I smoo

h a news alert. It was a breaking story from WBN, a major national network. I usually ignored these thi

son background: "Palmer Poised for Senate Run:

d, then sharpened, stabbing into my

er smile dazzling, almost predatory. Then, Josh appeared beside her, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Hi

our impending Senate campaign and, of cour

dra' s support, both personally and professionally, will be invaluable as we embark on this journey." He

merald dress – it all felt like a cruel joke. Ice water poured thro

sked, his voice calm, oblivious. He caught my eye

s," I rasped, my voice b

ed to life, showing the same image. Josh and Kassandra, a picture-perfec

essman? The political prowess of Palmer combined w

y that used to be reserved for me. "Indeed. We' re

ven years of ghostwritten speeches, late-night policy debates, endless campaign strategy sessio

s full of admiration, whispering, "You're a genius, Aurora. My secret weapon." I remembered the private promises, the quiet dreams of a life b

ruly a partnership built on shared values and a common vision for the future of our sta

ned. A text message notification popped up on

onference just came up. Meet me at the venue

still calling me "babe," still spinning his lies, even as he announced his engagement to another woman to the entire nation. He expected me to

, Aurora. Men like him, they see opportunities, not people. Make sure he sees you, truly sees you, before you give him everything." I had dismissed it then, blinded by love. But Har

fierce and dangerous within me. It wasn' t just about the betrayal; it was about

call my grandfather directly. I had other ways. I had been preparing for years, buildi

clear, and utterly devoid of emotion. "Initiate Protocol V. Target: Josh Palmer. Commence immediate de

response flashed on my screen:

our venue, but I knew now that our destination had c

r than I'd ever heard it. "Change of plans.

rview mirror, but didn't quest

aming monument to media power, loomed in the distance. Tonight, it would be the s

chilling resolve. Josh Palmer had made a fatal mistake. He