CLAIRE'S POV Chapter 13 The doctor was smiling when he came in with the papers . " Claire , your recovery is complete . Your body's stable , you're fully healed . You can finally live normally again ." I sat there for a second , staring at him . Two years . Two years of hell , and now just like that , I was free . My chest tightened , not with tears but with fire . My mom grabbed my hands , squeezing so tight . " My daughter , you did it . You fought so hard . We thought we'd lost you . " One of my brother , July , laughed . " No more hospital food , Claire . We're finally taking you home . " The other brother kissed my forehead . " You scared us . Don't that again . " You ever d I smiled at them , feeling the weight of their love , but my mind wasn't here . My mind dragged me back . The smell of antiseptic . The cold room . I remembered the transplant , my chest cut open , body drained . I remembered the coma , how silence swallowed me for months . And when I woke up , blinking at the giant TV in my room ... I saw them . Fresca in white , Beckley in a tux , smiling like they deserved the world . Their wedding broadcasted like some royal event . My body was still stitched and bleeding , and they celebrated . I didn't cry . Not even one tear . I stared at the screen and let the hatred burn through every vein in me . That was the night I swore . When I returned , I wouldn't crawl back as their victim . I'd return as the storm they never saw coming . When I walked back into our mansion , the staff lined the halls clapping . My family hugged me like I was reborn . It was warm , too warm , almost suffocating . They celebrated my survival like a miracle . But I didn't forget . I couldn't forget . That night , I slipped out onto my balcony . The city lights spread like jewels at my feet . I whispered to the night , " You took everything from me , Fresca . My marriage . My dignity . My name . Now it's my turn . Let's see how you like it when I burn everything you touch ." The next morning , I went to my mother . She was in her study , surrounded by folders , screens glowing with stock tickers . I stood straight , my voice steady . " Teach me how to fight back , Mom . " She looked at me for a long time . Her eyes softened but her tone was sharp . " Claire , listen to me . Revenge needs strength . You're still recovering . You need to rest first . We'll prepare you in time , but rushing will only break you again . " I clenched my fists . " I'm not weak anymore . I won't sit still while she wears my 8:58 Thu , Oct 16 That night , I slipped out onto my balcony . The city lights spread like jewels at my feet . I whispered to the night , " You took everything from me , Fresca . My marriage . My dignity . ) My name . Now it's my turn . Let's see how you like it when I burn everything you touch . " The next morning , I went to my mother . She was in her study, surrounded by folders , screens glowing with stock tickers . I stood straight , my voice steady . " Teach me how to fight back , Mom . " She looked at me for a long time . Her eyes softened but her tone was sharp . " Claire , listen to me . Revenge needs strength . You're still recovering . You need to rest first . We'll prepare you in time , but rushing will only break you again . " I clenched my fists . " I'm not weak anymore . I won't sit still while she wears my dresses , plays my role , takes my life . " Mom sighed , came around the desk , and held my face in her hands . " And you won't . But you'll do it the right way . Not with rage , not with chaos . You'll do it smart . Let me show you how . " I swallowed hard and nodded . I'd wait . I'd sharpen . I'd turn my anger into a blade . A week later , she took me to her empire . Not just a company . It was a fortress . Studio lots buzzing with cameras , actors rehearsing scripts , producers barking orders . Towering buildings with her name stamped in gold . I froze in the middle of the lot . " This ... this is yours ? " She smirked , like it was nothing . " This is where stories are made and destroyed . This is where reputations live or die . You want war ? This is your battlefield . " I looked around , my heart racing . Lights . Cameras . Screens . It wasn't just entertainment . It was power . I understood then . Fresca might have stolen Beckley . But I had something bigger . I had the stage where I could turn the world against her with one headline , one broadcast . Mom leaned close , her voice low but sharp . " Watch . Learn . The world doesn't care about truth . It cares about what we show them . And when you're ready , we'll use this power to make sure Fresca drowns in her own lies ." I grinned . Yes . Let her smile now . Let her play queen . Because soon , I'll be the one writing her ending .. 8:58 Thu , Oct 16 今 回 My brothers didn't waste time . One of them dragged me to the gym the very next morning . He tossed me gloves , grinning like he'd been waiting years for this . " Claire , if you're going to war , you don't just need brains . You need fists . You need to know how to hit back when someone corners you . " I raised a brow . " You really think I'm going to start brawling in alleys ? " He stepped close , tightening the straps on my gloves . " No. But I think someday Frescal might send someone who doesn't fight fair . And when that day comes , I want you . ready to break his jaw . " He was right . And so I learned . My knuckles bled , my arms ached , but every punch I threw carried Fresca's name . Meanwhile , my other brother sat me down in the study surrounded by thick files . Hel shoved one across the table . " This is how companies move . This is how power works . Contracts , acquisitions , loopholes . You can't just rely on emotion . You need to know how to crush someone financially , too . " I flipped through the papers . " So you're saying beat them in the boardroom before the battlefield ? " He leaned back . " Exactly . A scandal can ruin her image . But if you ruin their money , their empire collapses . " And my mother ... she didn't play small . She hired stylists , acting coaches , even a voice trainer . At first , I laughed . " You think I need someone to teach me how to talk , mum ? " She didn't laugh back . She tapped my chest . " Your voice can command or it can break . If you want the world to follow you , you need to master it . Image , presence , control . These are your weapons now . " So I learned . I let them sculpt me , sharpen me. Nights rehearsing speeches in front of mirrors , bruised knuckles from sparring , papers stacked high on my desk . Sometimes I stared at myself and thought , Fresca wanted me erased . But all she did was forge me into steel . Then came the night Mother Helena took me to that dinner party . Everyone was dripping in diamonds , pretending to be important . And there he was ... Kendrick Savatier . All the women were staring , whispering , practically drooling over him . I didn't care . He was handsome , sure , but I wasn't about to join their circus . When our eyes met , though , I saw it ... the way he froze like someone just punched him . in the gut . I ignored it , excused myself , and went to the garden for some air . 3/3 46.4 % Ost P5Jeu si Jayne papers . ou youre saying beat them in the value the battlefield ? " He leaned back . " Exactly . A scandal can ruin her image . But if you ruin their money , their empire collapses . " And my mother ... she didn't play small . She hired stylists , acting coaches , even a voice trainer . At first , I laughed . " You think ! need someone to teach me how to talk , mum ? " She didn't laugh back . She tapped my chest . " Your voice can command or it can break . If you want the world to follow you , you need to master it . Image , presence , control . These are your weapons now . " So I learned . I let them sculpt me , sharpen me . Nights rehearsing speeches in front of mirrors , bruised knuckles from sparring , papers stacked high on my desk . Sometimes I stared at myself and thought , Fresca wanted me erased . But all she did was forge me into steel . Then came the night Mother Helena took me to that dinner party . Everyone was dripping in diamonds , pretending to be important . And there he was ... Kendrick Savatier . All the women were staring , whispering , practically drooling over him . I didn't care . He was handsome , sure , but I wasn't about to join their circus . When our eyes met , though , I saw it ... the way he froze like someone just punched him in the gut . I ignored it , excused myself , and went to the garden for some air . That's when it happened . Some drunk bastard stumbled out , grabbed my wrist , his eyes glassy . " Pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone . Come , I'll show you a good time . " I ripped my hand free . " Touch me again and I'll make sure you never drink again ." He laughed , tried to reach again - and suddenly Kendrick was there . His fist landed square in the guy's jaw . The man went down like trash . 8:58 Thu , Oct 16