The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 478

Chapter 235-1

Chapter 235-1

Becca

The mirror doesn’t lie, but it can certainly be taught how to deceive.

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I smooth the back of my silk emerald dress, letting the fabric cling to the curve of my waist before falling in a fluid, sharp line down my thighs. My hair is swept up into an immaculate, effortless chignon, every stray strand tamed.

Crimson lipstick – bold, precise, blood–red–coats my mouth. Beneath the thick layer of designer concealer, my skin is pale, and deep within my almost–flat belly, there’s an empty, hollow ache where my baby used to be.

Knox is dead. Shot down like a dog in front of me. My child is gone, bled away on a bathroom floor

while the world kept turning.

The helpless, weeping girl died on that floor. The woman standing in this room is fueled by a cold,

blinding, white–hot fury.

Zara Callahan took everything from me. She walked away with her knight, her belly full, her royal MC family wrapping her in cotton wool, while I was left bleeding in the dirt.

I adjust the diamond drop earrings at my lobes, take a deep, slow breath, and smile at my reflection. It’s a gorgeous, terrifying weapon.

I know where Sebastian Vane sits on his throne. He doesn’t hold court in a grimy, oil–stained clubhouse smelling of stale beer and exhaust fumes like Knox did.

Vane owns L’Éclipse, a sleek, high–end cocktail lounge nestled in the heart of the city’s financial district. Deep booths, music hummed low through concealed speakers, top–shelf crystal, and men in tailored suits spending dirty money under golden ambient light.

When I step through the lounge, the doorman doesn’t even attempt to stop me. I walk with the posture of money, my heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic cadence against the dark marble floor.

Vane sits at the private corner booth on the elevated mezzanine, framed by tinted glass that

overlooks the entire room.

He isn’t wearing leather or cut–offs, he doesn’t have chains or studs. He wears a dark charcoal Italian suit, no tie, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone.

Knox was an MC President. He ruled by crude fear, loud shouting, fists, and sudden, messy violence. He was effective, but he was a blunt instrument.

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Vane is cultured, educated, impeccably spoken, and terrifyingly polished. He can quote European literature in three languages while executing a man in cold blood without getting a single drop of crimson on his French cuffs.

That intelligence makes him infinitely more dangerous than Knox ever was. And it makes him the

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