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Chapter 226: The Face Behind the Name

Chapter 226: The Face Behind the Name

(Amelia’s POV)

I sat behind my expansive mahogany desk, leaning back with an air of practiced ease. My eyes tracked Anya, who stood before me shifting her weight from foot to foot.

She looked as if she were about to hyperventilate. I had just calmly explained the plan for the upcoming *Treatment Diary* copyright meeting.

I would handle the backend preparations. Anya would represent Starlight Entertainment at the public face–to–face.

Anya’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her professional composure finally cracked

completely.

“But… but Ma’am! Do you know the mysterious author ‘Lily‘?” she stammered, her voice trembling. “She is a literary phenomenon! A literal ghost in the industry!”

I twirled my fountain pen between my fingers. A small, amused smile played on my lips.

I didn’t sit up straighter or try to look imposing. I simply let the silence stretch for a beat before answering.

“I don’t just know her, Anya,” I said softly. “I *am* her.”

Anya froze in place. Her jaw practically unhinged.

She stared at me for a long moment. Then, she let out a nervous, high–pitched laugh.

She clearly thought the pressure of running a failing company had finally snapped her new Alpha’s mind.

I simply raised an eyebrow. My expression remained one of entertained nonchalance.

“Do I look like the type who has time for practical jokes, Anya?” I asked. “Or do you just enjoy insulting my hidden talents?”

Anya took a deep, shuddering breath. Her gaze darted over my sharp blazer and the predatory grace with which I held myself.

“Alpha, it’s not that I don’t believe you… it’s just…” She struggled for the right words.

I could practically hear her thinking, *They don’t pay me enough for this.*

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“Lily’s work is known for its raw vulnerability,” she continued, her voice gaining a little passion. “It touches the very soul of the Mate Bond. It’s art.”

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She hesitated, realizing she might be risking her job. “You… You have the aura of a warlord. An Alpha who conquers battlefields, not someone who writes tear–jerkers. The disconnect is… jarring.”

Inside my head, my wolf, Ava, let out a short, barking laugh.

*If only they knew that the Shadow King and the sensitive poet are the same person,* Ava mused. *They’d probably go into cardiac arrest.*

I didn’t dismiss the comment. Instead, I leaned forward, invading Anya’s personal space just enough to be unsettling.

My eyes darkened. The amusement shifted into something sharper, more dangerous.

“Pain fuels art, Anya,” I whispered. “And I know a lot about pain.”

I let that sink in. I watched Anya shiver as the realization hit her.

“Now, take Skylar and handle the press,” I commanded, sitting back. “Don’t make me use my ‘Alpha‘ voice again.”

Anya swallowed hard. The color drained from her face as she nodded, realizing that the darkness in my eyes was exactly where those stories came from.

(Author’s POV)

Anya walked out of the CEO’s office looking like she had seen a ghost. The moment the door clicked shut, the staff circled her like sharks smelling blood in the water.

They bombarded her with questions about the meeting. Anya dropped the bomb.

She revealed that Amelia wasn’t going to the meeting herself and was claiming to be the author. The office erupted into chaos.

“If she’s a literary genius, then I’m Shakespeare reincarnated!” one editor shouted, throwing his hands up in disbelief.

The Creative Director slammed a file onto his desk, the sound echoing through the room.

“This is suicide!”

He looked around wildly. “The author specifically asked for the top decision–maker! Sending an assistant is a slap in the face. We’re going to lose the blockbuster deal of the century!”

The Finance Director leaned against the water cooler and made a snide remark. His voice

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“It’s obviously a cover story,” he sneered. “The Stone pack is bleeding money. She can’t afford the bid, so she’s making up this lame excuse to back out without losing face.”

Rumors began flying immediately. People whispered that their competitor, Gale Entertainment, had already secured 300 million in capital.

They were convinced Gale was locking down the bid. Despair washed over the floor like a cold wave.

Convinced that Starlight Entertainment was a sinking ship, employees began frantically updating their resumes. They packed their personal belongings into boxes, ready to jump overboard before the crash.

Amelia was unbothered by the noise outside. She sat calmly in her office, finalizing a new performance bonus structure.

She intended to reward the few loyal souls who would stick out the storm. As she finished up, her private phone buzzed.

The screen flashed the name of her nemesis: *Griffin*.

She answered, putting the phone to her ear with a bored expression. “Speak.”

Griffin’s voice came through, oily and dark. “I’m calling to offer you a truce, Amelia.”

“If you betray Theodore Crimson and help the Drakes crush him,” he proposed, “we will overlook the video scandal involving Carlos.”

Amelia let out a dry chuckle. “Griffin, do you really think that video is the only thing standing between us? You’re delusional.”

“Don’t be stupid, Amelia,” Griffin spat, his voice rising in anger. “I’m offering you a lifeline.”

“You’re choosing a cripple over the Drake family?” He scoffed. “Theodore is broken. I am the future of the Northern Territories.”

Amelia’s eyes went cold. “Griffin, you could be the King of the World and I’d still choose Theodore.”

“He’s my fated mate,” she said with absolute conviction. “You’re just an insecure little boy with a title.”

Griffin exploded on the other end. He screamed threats, promising to use the Drake family’s vast resources against her.

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“I will swallow the Stone family’s assets whole!” he roared. “I will leave you begging on the

streets!”

Amelia cut him off, her voice low and lethal. “Save the spooky threats for someone who

cares.”

“If you want to come for my empire, Griffin, don’t miss,” she warned. “I certainly won’t.”

She hung up without waiting for a response. She tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter.

She knew the Drake empire was already crumbling. They just didn’t know it yet.

In a high–end VIP room in Night City, Griffin hurled his phone against the wall. It shattered into pieces instantly.

His chest heaved with rage. His face was twisted in fury.

Lucas, cowering in the corner, quickly poured a glass of strong whiskey. He muttered curses about Amelia’s arrogance while trying to calm Griffin down.

Griffin whipped around. His eyes fixed on Lucas like a viper ready to strike.

“And what is your brilliant plan?” he snarled. “She holds the power, and she has that mad dog Theodore backing her.”

Lucas paled. Sweat beaded on his forehead under the intense pressure.

Under Griffin’s murderous glare, he scrambled for a solution to save his own neck. A sinister idea formed in his mind.

He lowered his voice and stepped closer to Griffin. “Since that girl Natasha from the Crimson pack has been getting so cozy with Amelia lately… we could use her.”

Griffin paused, listening intently.

“We kidnap Natasha,” Lucas whispered, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Just like you did with Theodore years ago.”

“Amelia cares about her ‘allies.‘ It’s a weakness,” Lucas continued. “We use the girl as leverage to leash the bitch.”

Griffin listened, the rage in his eyes slowly replaced by a cruel, calculating gleam. He nodded slowly.

“Do it.”