Chapter Twelve: Her Move
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Lena didn’t sleep.
She spent the night sketching, rewriting press statements, and drafting a plan that didn’t rely on Grayson Wolfe’s protection. The sabotage had rattled her—but it had also sharpened her resolve. If Wolfe Industries wanted to treat her like a liability, she’d show them what a threat really looked like.
By morning, she was dressed in a tailored black jumpsuit, hair slicked back, heels clicking like war drums as she entered Wolfe Tower. Maya trailed behind her, carrying a folder thick with proposals.
“Are you sure about this?” Maya asked.
“I’m done playing nice,” Lena replied.
They stepped into the executive conference room mid-meeting. Board members turned, startled. Julian Wolfe raised an eyebrow.
Grayson stood slowly. “Lena—”
She held up her hand. “I’m not here as your wife. I’m here as the founder of Moretti Designs.”
She dropped the folder on the table. “Inside is a proposal to separate my brand from Wolfe Luxe. I’ll retain full creative control, full ownership, and full public representation. You can keep your investment. But I won’t be your puppet.”
The room went silent.
Julian leaned back, amused. “Bold.”
Grayson’s expression was unreadable. “You’re walking away from the deal?”
“I’m walking toward my name.”
One of the board members cleared his throat. “This could damage the merger.”
Lena turned to him. “Then maybe your merger shouldn’t depend on silencing women.”
Grayson stepped forward. “Lena, we can renegotiate—”
“No,” she said. “You had your chance.”
She turned and walked out, Maya close behind.
Hours later, Lena’s press release hit every major outlet.
“Moretti Designs Declares Independence: Lena Moretti Breaks from Wolfe Luxe”
The fashion world buzzed. Some called her reckless. Others called her revolutionary. But no one ignored her.
Grayson watched the coverage from his office, jaw tight, heart heavier than he expected. She hadn’t just made a move—she’d made a statement. And he wasn’t sure if he admired her more… or feared what it meant for them.
Julian entered without knocking. “She’s good.”
Grayson didn’t respond.
Julian smirked. “You’re losing her.”
Grayson turned slowly. “She’s not mine to lose.”
Julian raised a brow. “Then why does it feel like you already have?”
That night, Lena returned to her studio. The space was quiet, but her mind was loud. She’d made her move. Claimed her power. But her heart ached in ways she hadn’t expected.
She missed him.
Not the billionaire. Not the strategist.
The man who kissed her like she mattered.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Grayson.
“You were brilliant today. I’m proud of you. But I’m not giving up.”
Lena stared at the screen, her breath catching.
She didn’t reply.
But she didn’t delete the message either.
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