Orchestrated Accidents: A Heiress's Revenge

by my father to be part of our music empire. I only ever wanted o

tating truth. The seven of them weren't rivals for my hand; they were a pack,

studio, a fall from my horse that left me with a broken leg. Devon pla

im confessing to a

on," he said. "The bone breaking... tha

te confessions of love for him to all our guests. But he didn't know I had a video o

pte

of our empire. They never told me he' d be someone else' s lover, or

a gilded cage nonetheless. My father meticulously groomed seven young men to be part of our family, part of the "Estrada Fellows." They were prodigies, each exceptional in their own r

ted it to be. I

Vale

er, laid bare a vulnerability he never showed the world. He was brilliant, distant, and utterly captivating. A brooding storm cl

derneath. I' d bring him his favorite coffee, leave notes with song ideas I knew he'd appreciate, just sit silently in the studio for hours, absorbing his pres

-it had to be that. He was guarded. He was damaged. He needed time. I told myself my persistence, my unwavering belief in him,

ly for so long, shattered

rustrated, I slipped out of bed, needing the cool night air to clear my head. My bare feet padded softly down the grand staircase, through the silent halls of the spr

g. A flicker of hope, foolish and persistent, ignited in my chest. I

eted me stole the

er head nestled under his chin. His arm was wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. His fingers were tangled i

e's like my sister," he'd said, his young eyes pleading. "She has no one else." My naive, generous

them to break apart. Delilah turned, her eyes wide and innocent, but a flicker of triumph, quick as a snake's

ing I had built my future on, crumbl

und my father in his study. He looked up from hi

p early. I was just reviewing the final details for your engagement announc

very mention of his na

betraying none of the earthquake rag

a good boy. Talented. And he will be a strong hand to gu

, the word a

ed. "No? What do

ach word a stone dropping into a still

The rival producer? Amira, what are you talking about? He' s an outsider. You know the

not just the name Estrada. He offers genuine partnership, not just an obligation." The words felt hollow, a d

is silver hair. "But the Fellows, Amira.

yed, burning like hot coals. A week ago, just last week, I had stumbled upon a conversation in

wering shelves, when I heard their voices, mu

she?" Jordan Hall, the pragmatic lead guit

y. "Let her be. The more she chases him, the less likel

other voice, indistinguishable, had piped

lilah is our priority. Always has been, always will be. We'r

I had feared they were rivals for my hand. But they weren't rivals. They w

mess everything up. Think of what she almost did with the studio power surge las

. A little scare, make her dependent, make her need him. Just enough to k

Devon had dramatically pulled me out of the way, a hero. It had been orchestrated. A manipulati

thinks she's untouchable. He doesn't understand our world, our family. He doesn't understand that Amira E

ir own twisted, secret bond, centered around Delilah. Their 'queen.' Eve

ene in the conservatory played again, sharper, more painful. D

hispered, her eyes wide and innocent. "Wha

colder than any winter night. "Marry her? It' s a debt repaym

al, definitive blow. He was right.

nse, my entire world turned upside down, y

e ringing with a new, chilling cl

n't find. He saw a stranger now, not the naive daughter he thought he knew. The girl he knew was gone. She had evaporated in the harsh g