HER QUEST FOR REVENGE

Queen on the throne

Queen on the Throne

The sound of her heels echoed through the marble floors of Roland Enterprises like a slow, steady warning. Isabella stepped into the boardroom dressed in power—her sharp black suit hugged her frame, and her presence silenced the chatter instantly. Every eye turned to her. Some filled with surprise. Others with fear. She dropped her bag on the polished table, looked around, and smiled—not warmly, but like a queen claiming her throne.

“Let’s begin. There are a few things we need to fix around here,” she said, taking her seat at the head of the table.

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Murmurs rippled across the room as board members exchanged nervous glances. One of them, Mr. Desmond, an older man loyal to Mr. Roland, cleared his throat.

"Miss Isabella, with all due respect, we’ve always handled things a certain way. Sudden changes might affect our... stability."

Isabella met his gaze with a quiet intensity. “Mr. Desmond, stability is what kept this company at the edge of collapse. I'm not here to maintain the old ways—I’m here to save what's left of this empire, and turn it into something worth my name.”

She stood, picking up a file from the table and flipping it open. “Page five—unaudited contracts between Roland Enterprises and Raymond Maxwell’s father’s company. Inflated costs, zero returns, and no documentation. I want those deals frozen. Immediately.”

Mr. Desmond blinked. “But... Angela—”

“Is not in charge here,” Isabella cut in smoothly, her voice ice. “And neither is Raymond. Any questions?”

Silence. Only the sound of a pen dropping echoed faintly in the room.

“Good,” she said, and sank back into her chair, crossing her legs with calm authority. “Now, let’s talk about the future.”

Scene: Roland Mansion – Angela’s Bedroom

Angela paced back and forth, her manicured fingers clenched tightly into fists. The moment her phone buzzed with the boardroom update, her heart sank. Frozen contracts? Public audit? Her wedding now hanging by a thread?

“She’s trying to ruin me!” Angela screamed, throwing her phone across the room. It hit the vanity mirror and cracked the corner.

Mrs. Roland rushed in. “Angela! What is it this time?”

Angela turned, eyes wild with frustration. “Mom, she froze our business deals with the Maxwells! The wedding sponsorship, the venue—everything was tied to that partnership. Now it’s gone. She’s doing this on purpose.”

Mrs. Roland’s face stiffened. “Calm down, Angela. We knew she wouldn’t sit quietly. But this... this is war.”

Angela narrowed her eyes, voice low and venomous. “No. This is personal. She thinks she’s won just because she has the company now. But she’s forgotten who she’s dealing with. If she wants war, I’ll give it to her.”

She walked to the window, staring out with a calculating smirk. “Let her shine now. Soon, I’ll snatch everything she loves—again.”

Scene: Isabella’s Private Penthouse – Later That Night

The city lights flickered below as Isabella stood by the window, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand. Mercy sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through files on a sleek laptop.

“You really shook them today,” Mercy said with a half-smile. “Angela's probably screaming into her pillow right now.”

Isabella smirked. “Good. Let her scream. Let her know this isn’t the same girl she humiliated five years ago. This time, I control the narrative.”

Mercy paused, then looked up. “You think she’ll retaliate?”

“She will,” Isabella said without flinching. “But we’re three steps ahead. Those contracts I froze? Just the tip. The next phase is cleaning house—getting rid of her loyalists in the company, especially the ones who helped cover up what Raymond did.”

Mercy shut the laptop. “You’ve really thought this through.”

“I had five years to plan, Mercy,” Isabella said, her voice cold but steady. “This isn’t just revenge. It’s redemption—for me, for my father. And no one—Angela, her mother, not even Nathan—can stop me.”

Mercy raised a brow. “Nathan... you're still thinking about him?”

Isabella looked away for a moment. “He’s dangerous. Obsessive. He won’t back down quietly. Which is why I need to know where he truly stands... with Angela, or with me.”

Mercy leaned forward. “You want me to find out?”

“No,” Isabella said slowly. “I’ll draw him in myself.”

Scene: Maxwell Family Mansion – Raymond’s Study

The room was dimly lit, filled with shelves of legal books and old family portraits. Raymond sat behind his desk, sipping whiskey, when Nathan walked in without knocking.

Raymond looked up. “You don’t knock now?”

Nathan shut the door behind him. “I don’t need to. Not when I’m finally demanding answers.”

Raymond raised a brow. “This again?”

“Yes,” Nathan said, stepping closer. “This again. What happened five years ago, Ray? Why did you leave her at the altar?”

Raymond scoffed. “Why do you care? She was mine, not yours.”

Nathan’s jaw clenched. “You never deserved her. And you knew it. You used her, humiliated her in front of the whole city, and for what? To run off with Angela?”

Raymond stood. “Watch your tone, Nathan.”

“No,” Nathan snapped. “Not this time. I stood by and watched you ruin her life because I didn’t want to betray my brother. I thought maybe... maybe there was more to the story. But there wasn’t, was there?”

Raymond’s face darkened. “It was complicated.”

Nathan stepped closer. “Then uncomplicate it for me. Did you ever love her? Or was it just a game between you and Angela?”

Raymond looked away, silence stretching in the room like a loaded gun.

Nathan laughed bitterly. “I loved her, Ray. I still do. And you... you broke her. But she’s back now—and she’s stronger than ever. You think she’ll let this go? You think she won’t make you pay?”

Raymond turned back to him, eyes cold. “And what, you’re on her side now?”

Nathan’s voice softened, but it carried steel. “No. I’ve always been on her side. You just never noticed.”