HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

Engagement cut off

Scene: Maxwell Mansion – Grand Lounge

The air in the room was thick with tension. Crystal chandeliers gleamed above them, casting sharp shadows across the elegant furniture. Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell sat stiffly on the leather couch, their expressions unreadable. Nathan leaned against the fireplace, arms crossed, while Raymond stood by the window, his jaw clenched, staring out into the garden.

Mrs. Maxwell broke the silence first.

“Enough is enough, Raymond. This... engagement with Angela Roland—it's over. It’s brought nothing but scandal to our family name.”

Raymond spun around, eyes flashing. “You’re dissolving the marriage? Just like that?”

Mr. Maxwell’s voice was calm but firm. “It was never a marriage to begin with, Raymond. It was a calculated partnership... and a mistake. One that’s cost us more than we’re willing to pay.”

Raymond scoffed bitterly. “No. This is Isabella’s doing. She’s poisoned all of you. She’s been back five minutes and suddenly, everyone forgets what she is.”

Nathan stepped forward, voice sharp. “What she is? You mean the woman you betrayed? The one you humiliated in front of the world while secretly sleeping with her stepsister?”

Raymond’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t start with me, Nathan. You’ve always had a thing for her. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? You want her for yourself.”

Mrs. Maxwell stood now, her voice cutting through the room. “Stop it, both of you! This isn’t about jealousy or bitterness. This is about what's right. The Rolands manipulated us. Angela manipulated you. And you played right into their hands.”

Raymond shook his head. “You’re all blind. Isabella isn’t here to reclaim anything—she’s here to destroy us. To destroy me.”

Mr. Maxwell rose slowly. “And if she is, it’s because she was wronged. We stood by and watched it happen. I won’t do that again. This marriage is off.”

Raymond’s voice trembled with rage. “You can’t make that decision for me!”

Nathan stepped forward again, firmer now. “No one’s making a decision for you, Ray. They’re finally doing what they should’ve done years ago. Let Isabella go. She doesn’t want you, and she never will.”

Raymond's voice dropped to a bitter whisper. “She’ll never forgive me.”

Mr. Maxwell looked at him, tired. “No, son. But maybe it’s time you started forgiving yourself... and stopped blaming her for everything falling apart.”

Raymond stared at them all, then stormed out of the room without another word, the door slamming behind him like thunder.

A heavy silence settled.

Mrs. Maxwell sighed. “What have we raised?”

Nathan looked toward the door, then quietly replied, “A man who broke the wrong woman... and is only now realizing what he lost.”

Scene: Roland Mansion – Angela’s Bedroom

The TV in the corner blared with breaking news.

> “In a surprising turn of events, Maxwell Enterprises has officially announced the cancellation of the engagement between Raymond Maxwell and Angela Roland. Sources confirm that the Maxwell family has severed all formal and business ties with the Roland family, citing internal conflict and unethical conduct—”

CRASH!

Angela hurled a glass vase across the room. It shattered against the wall, spraying shards like glittering bullets across the marble floor.

Her face was flushed, eyes wild with disbelief and fury. “No, no, no!” she screamed, sweeping everything off her vanity in one angry swipe. Bottles, brushes, and perfumes scattered everywhere.

Mrs. Roland rushed in, heels clicking rapidly. “Angela—what are you doing?!”

Angela turned sharply. “They dumped me! They humiliated me—on national television! Do you know what this does to my reputation? To us?!”

Mrs. Roland’s face hardened. “We’ll fight it. We’ll spin it. We’ve survived worse.”

Angela laughed—hysterical and unhinged. “You don’t get it! It’s her! It’s always her. She’s tearing everything apart like some vengeful queen, and the world is cheering her on!”

She grabbed her phone and opened social media, scrolling furiously through the trending hashtags:

#MarcusEnterprises

#IsabellaReturns

#TheRealHeir

#RolandDownfall

Angela’s hands trembled. “Look at this... They’ve turned her into some warrior goddess, and I’m the villain.”

Mrs. Roland approached carefully. “We’ll handle Isabella. She’s not invincible.”

Angela’s eyes narrowed, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “No... but she bleeds. And I’ll make sure she does.”

Mrs. Roland placed a hand on her shoulder, but Angela shrugged it off.

“I’m done playing nice. She stole the company. She stole the spotlight. And now, she’s stolen Raymond.” Her jaw clenched. “She thinks this is her redemption story? No. This is war. And I swear, Mother—I’ll make her pay for every second of glory she thinks she’s earned.”

Scene: Marcus Enterprises – Lobby

The hum of morning energy filled the air—phones ringing, heels clicking on polished floors, coffee brewing in the break area. A small group of employees stood near the elevator, voices low but animated.

“I still can’t believe it,” one whispered. “Maxwell Enterprises publicly canceled the engagement?”

“Angela must be losing her mind,” another added. “That woman lives for control.”

“And did you see the press release? They cut all ties with the Rolands. Completely.”

A third chuckled. “Looks like Isabella’s return shook more than just this company. She’s practically a storm.”

The elevator doors slid open.

Isabella stepped out with Mercy beside her, both dressed immaculately, heels clicking in rhythm. The conversation died instantly. Employees scattered like startled birds.

Mercy smirked. “And there goes the gossip squad.”

Isabella raised a brow, amused. “I suppose I’m the villain in their office soap opera today.”

Mercy leaned closer, teasing. “More like the anti-heroine everyone’s secretly rooting for.”

As they walked toward her office, another employee nervously approached with a tablet.

“Miss Isabella, the morning financial reports are ready, and... uh, the media team forwarded you a clip. Maxwell Enterprises’ official announcement made it into all the major news outlets.”

Isabella took the tablet, watched the headline flash across the screen:

> “Maxwell Enterprises Ends Engagement with Angela Roland – Allegiances Shift Toward Marcus Enterprises”

Her eyes flicked up, calm and unreadable. She handed it back without a word.

Mercy glanced at her. “So... not even a smirk?”

Isabella finally spoke, voice cool and laced with quiet fire. “This isn’t about broken engagements or headlines, Mercy. It’s about justice. One by one, their walls are crumbling.”

She pushed open her office door, pausing only to add, “And I haven’t even started yet.”