Heels Of Revenge

Chapter 1 – The engagement

The ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the sharp clicks of cameras blending with the applause. Zara buckled the strap of her signature corporate heels, feeling the familiar clack on the shiny tiles.

Tonight, she was the star of the moment. The CEO of Eclipse Heels, the fast-growing corporate footwear brand in New York, received the “Innovator of the Year” award.

She smiled enthusiastically at the crowd, accepting the award with all grace. Every flash of light, every brimming eye of the audience, every applause reminded her, she had climbed her way up here alone. Her heels weren't just random footwear, they were amor. Her brand is her pride — not just an enterprise.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed.

The doors of the ballroom opened with a bang, murmuring amidst the crowd. Camera lights are flashing with every click. And then, on the other side of the room, he stood. Adrian Cole. A custom-made suit, poised posture, the same arrogant confidence that has haunted her in her dreams for years now.

Their gaze met. Short. Domineering. And unlike the past, he didn't look away. For a second, Zara's heart froze. Not because she had forgotten about him. Never … but because she had vowed that absolutely no one, not even Adrian, would see her as weak. She smiled, a practiced curve of lips that didn't betray the storm inside.

And then he spoke. Ladies and gentlemen.

Adrian's voice pierced through the piano sound and muting. Before we proceed, I'd like to introduce my lady. My soon-to-be wife. The crowd broke into loud applause, whispering, and a camera shuttle. And then, walking with poise, her heels clicking on the marble floor like a soulmate, was her best friend, who betrayed their friendship.

Zara clutched the trophy. She still maintained her smile. Inside, her chest tightened, making it hard for her to breathe for a moment. Humiliation, betrayal, anger, memories of the past – the hotel room, the lies, the accusations all rushed back to her memory. And Adrian's eyes? Glued on her. Not casual. He wanted her to see.

A sly, deliberate smile played on his fiancée’s lips. “Some people tend to be foolish because they know nothing about the value of diamonds, so they lose it because of ignorance.” She said, her voice dripping with subtle venom.

The crowd didn't quite get the underlying meaning, so they erupted in a fake laugh. Cameras flashed. And Zara? She remained unmoved, heels rooted still on the marble floor. Her inner rage coiled like a spring. Her fingers stroke the trophy. She could hear the sound of her heart beat in her ears. She didn't speak. She had learned some time ago, a strong woman never shows vulnerability. Adrian excused himself from the podium at the stage after his speech, and he passed by Zara, his gaze deeply pierced through her. A whisper, meant only for her.

“You look awestruck."

She remained static. She didn't respond, at least not yet. The award in her hand suddenly added weight, it felt like a fat rock pulling her back to all the pride and fierce furnace she had built for herself. She felt suffocated and the room became stuffy. She needed air. I needed space. I need to remember who she once was.

She walked towards the side exit, the chatter of the crowd fading behind her. The taste of her victory suddenly became sour, but her mind was alert.

She would not break. She would not be weak. She would not break. She would not be weak.

She would not become her mother! And yet, deep down, a small, quiet voice of doubt whispered in her heart.

How could one night, one unruly announcement open years of deliberately crafted armor? Zara didn't answer. She didn't have to. She just wanted to breathe, to plan to survive.

The ballroom doors were shut behind her, leaving behind the muttering, the camera light and the memory of Adrian's gaze lurking in the air like a storm that had refused to calm down. And as she leaned against the cold marble wall, her phone beeped, a notification on her phone. A message from an unknown sender: “We need to talk. Now”.

Her heart jumped up.

She swallowed hard.

She adjusted her hair behind her ears.

This was just the beginning.