Chapter 4

The annual Sterling Technologies gala had always been William's crowning achievement—a night when Manhattan's elite gathered to witness his success. For twenty years, I'd stood in his shadow, the silent architect behind his empire. Tonight, that would change.

The grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel glittered with crystal chandeliers and the flash of diamonds. I'd chosen my dress carefully—a deep burgundy Valentino that made me feel armored rather than adorned. Madison stood beside me, stunning in midnight blue, her posture stiff with anxiety.

"You look beautiful," I whispered, squeezing her hand.

"So do you, Mom." Her smile was genuine but…