Camila's POV
The Vance Mansion loomed before me, every polished surface gleaming under the chandelier lights, the perfect reflection of power, wealth, and everything I had fought for. As I stepped through the grand entrance, heels clicking sharply on the marble floor, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. After finally getting rid of Elara—oh God, she had been such a fool, such a pathetic, idiotic little girl—everything that once belonged to her, every opportunity, every possession, every shred of influence, was now mine. Including Ian.
And with him at my side, I felt untouchable. Untouchable, invincible, and unstoppable. No one dared cross me—not unless I allowed it. My diamond-studded heels thundered across the floor with every step, echoing my growing satisfaction as I moved closer to
