The news of Adrian Kane’s sudden rise inside Wellington Group spread like wildfire. The media devoured every headline: “Power Shift at Wellington” … “Adrian Kane Named Interim Leader Amidst Trial Scandal.”
For Zara, it was another reminder that no matter how far she tried to distance herself, she was still tangled in their story. Her name didn’t come up without theirs. In every comment section, in every gossip blog, her face was stamped next to Jayden’s and Leo’s, a permanent footnote in their mess.
She hated it.
Her modeling contracts had slowed, whispers followed her everywhere, and though she wasn’t on Wellington’s or Forbes payroll, the shadow of their empire now clung to her. Once, her name had meant beauty campaigns, fashion runways, interviews about resilience. Now it meant betra
