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San Francisco pulsed with nervous energy as Steffy Forrester stood in the heart of the sleek, modern showroom that had become the temporary headquarters for Forrester Creations’ most ambitious expansion yet. Beside her, Electra Forrester moved with mechanical precision, rehearsing her presentation lines for what had to be the hundredth time. On the surface, everything looked flawless—immaculate lighting, breathtaking jewelry displays, and an atmosphere of quiet confidence meant to impress some of the most powerful eyes in the fashion industry.

But beneath the polished exterior, tension simmered.

“This is it, Electra,” Steffy said softly, adjusting her jacket as she glanced at the clock. “If this goes well, Forrester Creations enters an entirely new era.”

Electra forced a smile, but Steffy noticed the stiffness in her shoulders, the restless way her gaze darted across the room. It wasn’t nerves about the pitch—it was something deeper, something unspoken. The kind of unease that suggested secrets lurking just beneath the surface.

While Electra reviewed final slides, Steffy slipped into the back office to collect the financial reports. The documents were neatly arranged—sales projections, marketing strategies, partnership drafts—until her eye caught something that didn’t belong. A worn, yellowing manila folder sat awkwardly among the pristine files, as if someone had deliberately tried to hide it in plain sight.

Curiosity turned into dread as Steffy opened it.

The financial records were dated years back, detailing a series of transactions that didn’t align with any public Forrester dealings. A massive transfer of funds, carefully buried in corporate language, hinted at a covert agreement. And then came the name that made Steffy’s breath hitch in her throat.

Doy Bright.

The very woman who was minutes away from stepping into the showroom as their potential long-term partner.

Steffy’s heart pounded as she skimmed the pages. The deal wasn’t just questionable—it looked like a deliberate cover-up, one that could unravel everything Forrester Creations stood for. Why had this been hidden? Who else knew? And most terrifying of all—what exactly was Doy Bright’s role in this shadowy history?

Steffy had always trusted her instincts, and right now they were screaming at her. This wasn’t a minor discrepancy. This felt like the kind of secret that destroyed families and corporations alike.

She slipped the folder back just as footsteps echoed down the hall.

Doy Bright and her assistant, Joseph, entered with flawless poise, exuding charm and authority. Steffy greeted them with a professional smile, but inside, panic raged. Every compliment Doy offered, every nod of approval toward the jewelry line, now felt layered with deception.

As the presentation unfolded, Doy was visibly impressed. She spoke enthusiastically about long-term partnerships, international markets, and elevating Forrester Creations into a global luxury empire. To anyone else, it sounded like a dream come true.

To Steffy, it sounded like a trap.

By the time the meeting ended, Steffy could barely breathe. She retreated to her office, staring out at the glittering city lights of San Francisco as the weight of her discovery crushed down on her.

If she exposed the truth, she could bring down Doy—and possibly Forrester Creations along with her.

If she stayed silent, she would become complicit in a lie that could haunt her family for generations.

The knock on the door made her flinch.

Joseph stepped inside, his tone polite but firm. “Miss Forrester, Doy would like to see you immediately. She says it’s urgent.”

Steffy swallowed hard. This was it. Whatever game Doy was playing, the next conversation could change everything.

And somewhere deep down, Steffy knew—once the truth started unraveling, there would be no way to stop it.

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Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles, an entirely different kind of reckoning was unfolding under the soft glow of candlelight at Forrester Creations’ main showroom.

Carter Walton had transformed the space into something magical. Roses lined the tables, soft music floated through the air, and the room shimmered with romance. Tonight wasn’t about contracts or board meetings.

Tonight was about love.

When Daphne Rose arrived, her eyes widened in surprise at the intimate setup. Carter stood nervously, his heart pounding as he poured her a glass of wine.

“Daphne,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion, “I’ve been thinking about our future. About everything we could build together. I want a life with you. I want a family with you. I want… a wedding.”

He reached for her hands, his eyes filled with hope.

“I want to marry you.”

For a moment, Daphne was speechless. She had dreamed of this—imagined it more times than she could count. Yet instead of pure joy, a heavy knot formed in her chest.

She smiled, but it was strained.

“I love you, Carter,” she whispered. “And I want that too.”

But behind her words was a secret so powerful it threatened to destroy them both.

A child.

A son.

A past she had buried so deeply she believed it would never resurface.

The doorbell rang.

Carter stood to answer it, still smiling, unaware that his entire world was about to collapse.

On the doorstep stood a stranger holding a small child by the hand. The boy’s wide eyes were hauntingly familiar.

“I need to speak with Daphne Rose,” the stranger said calmly. “It’s about her son.”

The words hit Carter like a punch to the chest.

Her son?

Carter turned slowly toward Daphne. She was pale, trembling, her silence confirming everything before she even spoke.

“Daphne… what is this?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped forward. “Carter, please let me explain.”

But the damage was already done.

“You’ve been hiding this from me?” Carter whispered, staring at the child who looked so undeniably connected to the woman he loved. “This is who you are, Daphne. And you kept it from me.”

“I was afraid,” Daphne sobbed. “I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want my past to ruin our future.”

Carter’s heart shattered under the weight of betrayal. Everything he thought he knew about Daphne suddenly felt like a lie. The future he had just proposed—marriage, children, forever—now felt fragile and uncertain.

He looked at the boy again, then back at Daphne, torn between heartbreak and love.

“I don’t know if I can trust you anymore,” he said softly.

Daphne collapsed into tears, realizing the truth she had hidden for so long had finally come for her—and it was threatening to take everything she loved with it.