Twitter/X was in an absolute frenzy again.

A popular account had dropped a new set of photos. In every single shot—except for the ones where she was turned away—Marcellus Alexander’s gaze was locked onto the girl beside him, his expression one of tender, unwavering devotion.

"Evangeline Montgomery! Evangeline Montgomery! You wretched bitch, what could you possibly have that I don't?"

Damian Spencer looked at his sister, who was wailing on the floor, her face twisted into a mask of ugly desperation. He looked completely repulsed.

"Siena, get a grip. You're making a spectacle of yourself. It's pathetic."

"Brother! Why won't you help me? You’re so close with Marcellus—if you just pushed for a strategic marriage, he’d have to agree!"

"Siena, for the hundredth time, the man has someone he loves. Stop acting like a total simp and crawling all over him. Do you hear yourself? Even if he were single, look at you right now. What part of this tantrum makes you remotely desirable?"

"Damian, no matter what you think, Siena is still a Spencer. You don't have to like me, but you can't talk to her that way—"

Damian curled his lip into a cold sneer. "Camilla, are we really going to do this? Save the performance for someone who actually believes you."

"Damian, don't speak to your mother like that." Jorge Spencer finally interjected, his voice heavy with frustration as he looked at his son.

"Oh, right. The three of you are the happy, loving little family, and I’m just the spare wheel. I’m out."

Jorge watched his son walk away and let out a deep, weary sigh.

"Mom, what am I going to do? Marcellus is married now. My chance is gone… sob…"

Camilla Bishop wiped the tears from her daughter’s cheeks. "Don't be sad. There are plenty of high-flyers in the city. Why are you obsessing over that cold-blooded demon?"

"Mom, I only want Marcellus! I want him, and that’s it!"

"Honestly, you’re so impatient. So he’s married? People get divorced every day."

Jorge exploded. "Camilla! Is that what you’re teaching our daughter?"

"Who told you not to push for the merger sooner? There’s nothing wrong with a girl fighting for her own happiness!"

"The man clearly doesn't want her! What, do you expect me to physically drag her into his bed?"

Jorge felt a splitting migraine coming on. He truly had married a woman whose incompetence would ruin three generations of the family legacy.

"If you won’t help me, I’ll handle it myself!" Siena stood up with a stubborn glint in her eyes and stormed toward the stairs.

***

The following morning at Alexander Corp.

Siena was currently losing her mind at the front desk. "Do you have any idea who I am? How dare you block me? I’ll have Marcellus fire you the moment I see him!"

The young receptionist looked exasperated. "Ms. Spencer, the CEO gave specific instructions after your last visit. You are not allowed on the upper floors. Please, don't make this difficult for me."

"That’s impossible!"

Siena’s screaming drew a crowd. Employees paused to whisper, their eyes wide.

"Is that the Spencer girl? Why is she acting like some unhinged local street bully?"

"Seriously. The CEO has already kicked her out once, and she’s still begging for attention."

"It’s humiliating. The Spencers are supposed to be high society, yet their daughter is a total embarrassment."

"Shut your mouths!" Siena grabbed a stack of corporate brochures from the counter and hurled them at the crowd. The spectators scrambled backward, horrified.

The receptionist didn't want to get physical, but she couldn't keep this up. She reached for the phone and dialed the executive suite.

Preston Wright picked up, his brow furrowed as he weighed his options. Usually, he’d have security toss a nuisance like her out, but given the connection to Damian, it was a delicate matter. Finally, he decided to take it to the top.

*Knock, knock.*

"Come in."

"Sir, Ms. Spencer is causing a scene in the lobby. How would you like me to handle it?"

Marcellus barely looked up from his desk. "Preston, has your competence dropped this low?"

"I apologize, sir. I was just concerned about the connection to Damian—"

Marcellus was silent for a moment, then grabbed his phone and dialed Damian with an annoyed flick of his thumb. "Damian, get your sister out of my lobby. If she ever shows her face here again, don't expect me to be polite."

Damian arrived on the scene minutes later. He found Siena looming over the front desk, screaming insults, the floor littered with papers and magazines.

Damian’s jaw tightened. With a look of pure, icy rage, he strode forward, grabbed Siena’s arm, and hauled her toward the exit.

"Brother! Let go! I’m not leaving until I see Marcellus!"

She thrashed against his grip. Damian’s eyebrow ticked upward, and he abruptly released her. Siena stumbled, the momentum sending her crashing to the floor. The onlookers covered their mouths, muffling their laughter. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole—the high-and-mighty Spencer heiress had never been this humiliated.

"Damian! You did that on purpose!"

"Well? You feel like a fool now?"

"Hmph!"

Siena scrambled up, smoothed her dress with trembling hands, and stormed out. She knew she could never show her face at Alexander Corp again.

Damian walked into the executive office and headed straight for the elevator.

"She gone?" Marcellus asked.

"Yeah."

"Your sister is really becoming the office’s favorite source of entertainment. I should thank her."

"Enough with the sarcasm."

"So, have you pivoted to the entertainment industry now? You've been trending for three days straight."

"Is that a problem?"

"You're acting like a total pick-me, you know. Going to the amusement park just to make a scene."

"Like you care!"

Damian waved his hand dismissively. "Who would want to care about you?"

Marcellus smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Looking for some tips, are we?"

"My Remi is tough. She doesn't need your manipulative games!"

"That’s strange. Maybe you're just not doing it right."

*Not doing it right?* Damian felt his brain short-circuit. Being mocked by his own woman was bad enough; now his brother was questioning his performance.

*Next time,* Damian vowed to himself, *I’m going to show her exactly how 'capable' I am.*

***

Meanwhile, at C&R Atelier, the online buzz had triggered a surge in custom orders. Remi stared at the growing stack of invoices, a goofy, wide-eyed grin on her face.

"Evangeline, we’re rich! We’re actually rich!"

Evangeline laughed. "Remi, wipe the drool off your chin. This is just the beginning; there’s so much more to come."

Remi lunged at her, hugging her tightly and rocking back and forth. "You really are my luck fairy."

"And you're mine."

They locked eyes in a moment of genuine, heartfelt connection.

Then, they both recoiled simultaneously, jumping a full meter apart and frantically brushing the imaginary goosebumps off their arms.

"Ugh, god… that was way too cheesy."

"It’s your fault! You started the sentimentality. I almost thought you were in love with me."

They erupted into peals of laughter.

In this life, you have to be the best version of yourself first, before you can ever hope to meet someone who deserves you.