Talia's POV
Here I am, sitting in place of that bitch, Belle. Finally, I have something that's hers even if it's just for a little while. It feels good. No, it feels better than good. It feels like payback, like the universe finally tilted in my favor.
I lean back in the leather chair and let my hand brush over the polished wood of the table. Belle's name is on these walls, her blood tied to this company, her father's empire. And yet, here I am. Me. Sitting in her seat while everyone watches, whispering under their breath but not daring to say it out loud.
The Blackwoods are the reason this is even happening. I don't know how they pulled it off exactly, but my guess? Fake signatures. It has to be. Because hell would freeze over before Belle Whitmore ever lets me represent her in this boardroom. She would rather die than let me breathe her air, let alone speak for her company.
