Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

“Well, she’s nothing more than a plain housewife,” one woman scoffed, lifting her glass. “If not for her looks, CEO Zandrie Wallace wouldn’t spare her a second glance.”

“Still,” another chimed in, lowering her voice conspiratorially, “Sir Zandrie kept Miss Nissa by his side even after marrying that woman. He doesn’t even bring his wife to public events. Are they truly married?”

“There are rumors,” a third woman said thoughtfully. “Madame Zabrina Wallace mentioned it once at an event she attended.”

“And it’s also been said they have a son,” another added, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But no one has ever seen the child.”

“Then it’s probably just a rumor,” someone laughed lightly.

“Or maybe it’s true,” another woman countered with a sly smile. “Perhaps that’s why she stays hidden at home–taking care of another Wallace heir. At the very least, she’s making herself useful.”

A ripple of chuckles passed through the group.

“Now that Wallace Plantation and Holt Corporation are dominating the city’s business world,” one woman continued, swirling the wine in her glass, “more women will flock to Sir Zandrie. And knowing him, he’ll enjoy every bit of the attention.”

“That housewife will endure anything just to cling to her title,” someone sneered. “Status is hard to give up.”

“But it won’t last,” another added confidently. “Sir Zandrie will eventually divorce her.”

“Of course,” the first woman scoffed. “She probably forced herself on him in the first place. So now she has no choice but to tolerate being a stay–at–home wife—”

“And soon,” another finished with a cruel smile, “a discarded ex–wife.”

Their laughter was soft, polished, and poisonous–each word sharper than the last.

Cassie listened from behind the heavy velvet curtain that separated the main venue from the backstage, her expression unreadable as the whispered cruelties drifted toward her. The words spoken about her were sharp enough to wound, cruel enough to provoke anger–but she felt none of it. Instead, a faint smirk curved her lips as she slowly shook her head.

How small they sounded.

Tonight marked a milestone. Holt Corporation was set to unveil the country’s very first self–drive vehicle. A year of meticulous planning, relentless negotiations, and a tightly guarded collaboration with the pioneers of the technology had led to this moment. Now, the first batch of manufactured vehicles stood ready to be introduced to Savannah City and to the entire country.

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And as the wife of CEO Zandrie Wallace—and, more importantly, the unseen architect behind the success of both Holt Corporation and Wallace Plantation her presence was not optional.

It was inevitable.

Cassie stepped past the curtain and into the opulence of the C&M Hotel’s grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over marble floors, and at the center of it all sat the gleaming black vehicle, its polished surface reflecting wealth, power, and ambition.

Her entrance did not go unnoticed.

Hushed murmurs rippled through the crowd, glances flickering toward her with curiosity, surprise, and poorly concealed judgment. Cassie paid them no mind. Her stride remained unhurried, confident, as though the room itself bent subtly to her presence.

A waiter approached, offering a glass of champagne. She paused, accepted it with a gracious nod, and continued forward.

Cradling the flute lightly between her fingers, Cassie circled the vehicle, joining the other guests who admired its sleek lines and quiet promise. The reflections in its glossy surface caught fragments of faces.

She allowed herself a moment of solitude, savoring the silence like a private triumph. To the world, tonight belonged to CEO Jefferson Holt–a visionary leading the future of transportation.

But she and Jefferson alone knew the truth. Every contract signed, every risk calculated, every spark of success glittering under the chandeliers rested squarely in her palm.

“Miss Cassidy Greene, correct?”

The voice cut through her thoughts–sweet, smooth, and laced with something sharp beneath the

surface.

Cassie turned gracefully, already knowing who she would find.

Nissa Loew.

“Yes?” Cassie replied, her smile effortless as she met the model’s gaze head–on, unflinching.

“Everyone is right,” Nissa said pleasantly. “You’re stunning.”

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