After My Fiancé Chose Her, I Took His Empire

Synopsis

I stood at the entrance of the Fifth Avenue penthouse, greeting New York's elite with a smile that felt frozen on my face. The Bennett name still commanded respect, even if whispers of our financial troubles had begun to circulate among Manhattan's upper echelon. My champagne flute trembled slightly in my hand as I spotted another familiar face. "Mrs. Harrington, how lovely to see you," I said, leaning in for the obligatory air kiss. "Thank you for coming to celebrate with us." The crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the faces of old-money magnates and social climbers alike. Everyone who mattered in Manhattan was here—everyone except my fiancé, who seemed to be perpetually across the room, his attention elsewhere. I caught my father's eye from across the marble floor. His tight smile and subtle nod reminded me of my duty. *Save the family.