Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

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Even after the ceremonial announcement concluded, the Knowles family remained dazed–frozen in a disbelief they could not quite swallow. In the span of a single breath, Cassidy had triumphed over them.

Effortlessly.

She had claimed what they had spent years scheming to deny her, and she had done it on the grandest stage possible.

Worse, they were powerless to object.

With CEO Jefferson Holt and CEO Zandrie Wallace standing firm at her side, Red, Rima, and Mirriam could do nothing but bite back their fury. Any outburst would only expose their disgrace to the very audience they were desperate to impress. So they smiled. They endured. And they waited.

Their chance came when Cassidy finally stepped away from Zandrie, excusing herself politely as she headed toward the restroom.

She had just reached the restroom when a sharp grip seized her arm.

“What did you do, bitch?”

Mirriam’s voice was low, venomous, her fingers clamped tightly around Cassidy’s wrist. The polished mask she wore in public was gone, replaced by raw rage.

Cassidy startled for only a heartbeat–then steadied herself. Slowly, she turned to meet Mirriam’s furious stare, her own expression calm, almost bored.

“What kind of scheme did you pull,” Mirriam hissed through clenched teeth, “to twist CEO Holt into indulging your whims?” Her nails dug deeper into Cassidy’s skin, as if pain could force an answer out of

her.

Cassidy’s gaze dropped deliberately to the hand gripping her arm.

“Take your hand off me,” she said coolly. The warning in her voice was unmistakable.

Before Mirriam could react, Cassidy yanked her arm free, the motion sharp and decisive.

She straightened, unruffled, her composure intact–while Mirriam stood there seething, realizing too late that even cornered, Cassidy Greene was no longer someone she could intimidate.

“You think you outsmarted us?” Rima’s voice cut in, sharp as glass. She stepped closer, fury burning just as fiercely in her eyes.

“We are not finished yet, Cassidy. I will not allow you to enjoy in peace what you stole from us.”

“We bled for Knowles Corporation,” Rima continued, her voice trembling with indignation.

“We built it with our sweat and sacrifice. I will not let someone as insignificant as you waltz in and steal our life’s work.”

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Cassidy didn’t look at her. She was busy massaging her wrist, rolling it slowly, as though testing for bruises–deliberately ignoring the older woman’s tirade.

“Knowles blood flows in my veins,” Cassidy murmured at last, her voice quiet but unyielding.

“And since you chose to ignore that fact for so long, I’ll simply force my way into what was always meant to be mine.”

“You have no right to Knowles Corporation!” Mirriam snapped, her restraint finally unraveling.

Cassidy scoffed softly.

“Really? I don’t think so.”

She lifted her gaze, a slow smirk curving her lips. “You stripped me of my birthright years ago. It’s only fair I reclaim it myself.”

“You’re a scheming bitch,” Rima spat, stepping closer, her glare searing. “Just like your mother.”

Cassidy smiled.

“Well,” she said lightly, “I believe scheming runs deeper than that, Madame Rima. We’re all guilty of it.”

Her smile sharpened, turning ominous. “You simply thought you’d succeeded–after all those years of making a fool of my father.”

Rima stiffened.

Her eyes locked onto Cassidy’s, sharp and probing, as if trying to dissect the meaning behind her words.

“And I’ve already proven that Knowles blood runs through me,” Cassidy continued smoothly. Then she tilted her head, turning that same taunting gaze toward Mirriam.

“What about your daughter, Madame Rima?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Rima snapped–but the nervous gulp that followed did not escape Cassidy’s notice.

“Knowles & Greene,” Cassidy said softly, almost playfully, “is the rightful name of the company. You

know that as well as I do.”

She shrugged, unbothered. “Of course, you’re free to oppose it. You can challenge my insignificant claim as heir to the Knowles family.”

Her smile widened–charming, dangerous.

“But then,” she added, “I also have the right to prove myself. Mirriam and I can take a DNA test. Let the truth decide whose claim holds weight.”

“You bitch,” Rima muttered–but she didn’t move.

“Even if you do share Knowles blood,” Mirriam interjected with a sinister smile, “Father will still choose

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1. me. You’re nothing. A useless nobody who doesn’t deserve the Knowles name.”

Cassidy’s gaze slid back to Rima.

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