Chapter 64. I Always Get My Way

Grace’s POV

At the very first moment I swooped into my phone that early morning, a piercing anger tightened around my heart.

Almost every fashion blog and business site carries the same headline:

Layla Perez Named Design Director After Her Dazzling Performance At The Auction.

Layla was all over the place. The picture of her being elegant, poised, and draped in that damned necklace filled all social media. People were gushing over her impeccable entrance and exit.

All the while I had been telling myself that hers was a talent overblown, one that had long ceased to be recognized.

The phone narrowed in my hand, my nails digging badly into my palm.

How? How does she keep winning?

Layla lost everything, we yanked the rug right underneath her and glumly dumped her into a dumpster to rot. She should have disappeared; she should have faded into thin air. And yet here she was from the ashes, rising like some battered phoenix while I…