When the Queen returned

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I saw Lucas Davis’ name among the list and a smile curved at my lips.

I didn’t expect my revenge to begin so soon.

“Brace yourself, Lucas Davis. Isabella Martins is a whole new brand now. You can’t stand me.” I told myself, tasting the satisfaction in every word.

That night, I slept like a baby. No nightmares, no tossing and turning, no bitter thoughts keeping me awake. The weight that had been pressing down on me for years suddenly felt lighter. Tomorrow wasn’t just another day, it was the D- day.

The first public step in reclaiming everything I had abandoned all for a man who never reciprocated the love. I have to show the world that I wasn’t the fragile woman Lucas left behind.

When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was spilling into my room like golden confetti. It was as if the universe itself had decided to bless my comeback. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, but I ignored it for now. Today wasn’t for texts or distractions, it was for walking into that conference like I owned the entire building.

Mia, my ever-efficient personal maid had already set my outfit neatly across the closet doors.

“Good morning, Ms. Isabella,” she said with that bright, knowing smile of hers.

“Morning, Mia.” I stretched, rolling my shoulders, my body humming with anticipation. “Today’s going to be fun.”

“You mean legendary,” she corrected, her voice almost mischievous. “Now go shower, we’ve got work to do.”

Steam filled my bathroom within minutes, warm droplets running down my skin as I closed my eyes and let the water awaken me completely.

I thought about Lucas, about how he used to belittle me, how Susan’s smug smile made me shrink back, how everyone whispered behind my back when I couldn’t get pregnant. The anger didn’t make me ache anymore rather it fueled me.

When I stepped out, the mirror was a fogged canvas. I wiped a streak clear and stared at myself. This wasn’t the Isabella who cried herself to sleep. I wasn’t the one who begged for crumbs of affection. This Isabella had sharper eyes, a straighter posture, and a heart that no longer knelt for anyone.

Mia dressed me in the gown we’d chosen. A deep emerald green silk creation that clung in all the right places, its off-shoulder design framing my collarbones like art. Diamonds, just subtle enough to whisper class instead of desperation rested at my throat.

My hair, styled into soft waves, cascaded down one side. And my makeup… oh, Mia had outdone herself. My lips, painted a commanding shade of red, could stop conversations. My eyes, defined with smoky precision, could cut glass.

When I looked in the mirror, I had to pause.

“Who is she?” I teased.

“She’s a queen,” Mia said simply, fastening my bracelet.

By the time I stepped into the living room, Dad was waiting in a charcoal grey suit, his tie perfectly knotted. His eyes softened as he took me in.

“You look… just like your mother on the night she became CEO,” he said, his voice laced with pride.