Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 30

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

**Chapter 1**

I had always been the daughter of a mafia boss, but the life of bloodshed and violence was never something I craved.

What I yearned for was the simplicity of a normal existence, where love and laughter filled the air rather than the stench of gunpowder and betrayal.

Now, at the age of twenty-eight, I found myself still unmarried, and my father, a man of formidable power and expectations, had reached his limit.

He issued me an ultimatum that felt more like a sentence: attend the arranged marriage meeting he had set up, or cut all ties with him and stop calling him my father.

“Fine,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes at the absurdity of it all.

As I made my way to the meeting, my gaze was drawn to a luxurious boutique that seemed to shimmer under the afternoon sun. A handbag caught my eye—its elegance was undeniable, and I could almost feel it calling to me.

Just as I approached the counter, ready to make the purchase, a woman appeared out of nowhere, her presence as imposing as her attitude. With a swift motion, she slammed a sleek black card onto the counter.

“I’m taking this bag. Wrap it up,” she commanded, her tone dripping with entitlement.

I took a deep breath, determined to remain calm. “Sorry, miss. I saw it first.”

Her lip curled in disdain. “Please. A broke bitch like you? Pathetic.”

The venom in her voice was palpable. “Just get lost.”

She leaned closer, her arrogance radiating. “I’m Charles Whitmore’s executive assistant. In Riverton, anything I desire is mine for the taking. Don’t get in my way.”

Charles Whitmore?

Wasn’t he the very man I was supposed to meet today?

A flicker of intrigue ignited within me. I quickly pulled out my phone, dialing his number with a sense of urgency. “Charles, your secretary is throwing her weight around out here. You good with that?”

My father had been singing praises about Charles for weeks, painting him as a man of integrity and power.

This could be the perfect opportunity to gauge his character. If his assistant was this brazen in public and he allowed it, that would raise a significant red flag in my mind.

However, when Charles’s voice came through the line, it was as frigid as the winter winds. “How I manage my people is none of your business. Stay out of it.”

Before I could even muster a response, he hung up.

Figures.

It made sense now; trash always ran in packs.

“You think flashing plastic impresses me? Get out of my sight!”

No one had ever dared to speak to me in such a manner before.

A white-hot rage surged within me, igniting my every nerve.

I reached out, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the store entrance, my voice a fierce whisper. “Pick. Up. My. Card.”

The staff gasped in unison, shock rippling through the air.

“Oh my God, she’s insane! She actually laid hands on Bianca Sterling!”

“Does she not know who she’s messing with? Bianca’s Mr. Whitmore’s right hand. Offending her is like offending Charles himself.”

One of the onlookers leaned closer to me, their expression a mix of concern and fear. “Miss, it’s not worth it. Don’t make enemies with Whitmore Enterprises over a bag. Let her go. Apologize while you still can.”

Bianca, now free from my grasp, puffed up like a toad, her eyes narrowing with malice. “Little bitch. If you say sorry now, maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“Otherwise? I’ll make sure your whole family’s ruined.”

Whitmore Enterprises?