I never told my family I owned a three billion dollar empire. To them, I was still a "failure." They called me on Diwali Eve—not to build relationships, but to poke fun at me while celebrating my sister's new CEO position.
I played along. Dressed casually, curious to see how they would treat "that poor girl."
And then I saw him—in the middle of the room. A man they never imagined I knew.
He smiled and called my name.
My sister whispered, "You... know him?"
I calmly replied, "He works for me."
The room fell silent.
Outside, a storm blew around the Vance family mansion, but inside was a world of burning lamps, tinkling chandeliers, and suffocating pride.
Sara Vance—the "golden daughter"—who had just been appointed CEO of Novus Tech India, stood at the top of the grand staircase. She was dressed in a deep red designer sari and held a glass of champagne like a queen holding court.
Her sharp gaze swept across the crowd and settled on Elena—her older sister—who stood in the corner by the coat stand. She was huddled up in an old, gray woolen sweater, as if trying to make herself smaller.
"Hey, look at that," Sara said sarcastically, her voice echoing throughout the hall.
"My dear sister has finally arrived. Ladies and gentlemen, clap for Elena—the only member of the Vance family still struggling to pay rent in Mumbai!"
A cruel laugh erupted among the guests.
Elena's mother, Beatrice, hissed in her ear, her nails digging into her arm—"I told you to come through the service entrance! Look at yourself, you look like a wet rat. Don't come in front of the guests; you'll ruin Sara's reputation tonight."
Elena remained silent.
Her hands were in her pockets. Her fingers touched a cool metal—a Montblanc pen—the same pen she used to sign billion-dollar mergers, deals her family couldn't even imagine.
Sara continued proudly, her eyes shining with ambition—"And now the real news. Julian Thorne—the 'Wolf of Wall Street,' the director of our holding company, Aether Holdings—just texted me. He's coming here in person to congratulate me!"
The room was stunned.
Julian Thorne was a legend—a man even ministers trembled before.
Sara came down the stairs to Elena, her eyes filled with open contempt.
"Elena, listen carefully. When Mr. Thorne arrives, you have to disappear. Go to the kitchen, or sit in the garage. Just don't be seen. I don't want the senior to think I come from... this place."
She pointed to Elena's sweater.
Elena gave her sister a pitying look. She nodded slightly and retreated into the shadows of the hallway.
She took out her phone and simply sent a message:
"It's time."
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