Chapter 4
Kendall set the microphone down with calm confidence and stepped off the stage. Ralph stood at the bottom of the stairs, extending a hand to guide her down with quiet care.
Camera flashes erupted like a storm.
In that moment, it hit everyone: the "outcast" had just unseated Sharon, claiming the throne of White Group.
Sharon slumped into her chair, a chill creeping through her.
Her eyes were glued to Kendall's heels clicking down the steps, her words looping in her mind.
"But money? It doesn't give a damn about family. It only respects power."
It sank in. She hadn't just lost a sister—she'd crossed the one person she never should've messed with.
*****
By the next morning, [WhiteGroupNewQueen] was trending at number six. A gossip blogger's video went viral, racking up millions of views in an hour.
In the clip, Kendall stood center stage, cool and commanding.
Below, Ralph looked up at her, his face steady but betraying a flicker of admiration—maybe even something deeper.
Headlines blared: [White Group Shocker: New Majority Shareholder Isn't Sharon—It's Her Long-Lost Sister!]
[Epic Showdown: Real Heiress vs. Fake—Who's the True White Family Successor?]
The comments section blew up.
[Wait, I thought Sharon was the golden child. Is she the fake heiress?]
[Didn't she sob on that show about her sister bullying her? Looks like she's the one who's been played.]
[Team Kendall all the way! She's the real boss, and the money proves it.]
Meanwhile, a finance outlet dropped a quiet bombshell.
[Exclusive: Was Sharon's Mom Behind the White Family's DNA Swap Scandal? The Mastermind of the Fake Heiress Plot?]
Sharon was touching up her makeup when the news pinged her phone.
Her face went ghost-white. With a scream, she smashed her mirror, shards scattering across the floor.
"How?" she whispered, "They swore no one knew about the DNA switch!"
She stormed downstairs and shoved her tablet at Dwayne. "You said that mess was buried! How did she dig it up?"
Dwayne's face was grim. "I'm trying to shut it down, but Stone Group's got her back. The platforms are letting her run the show. We're losing control."
"She's only been back in the White family for three years!" Sharon snapped. "How's she pulling this off?"
"You're too naive," Gillian cut in, her voice like ice. "She's not just some White family princess. She's got heavy hitters behind her."
"Like who?" Sharon demanded.
"You've seen her assistant, Len, right?" Gillian's tone grew colder. "He's not just a secretary. He's Luminary Investment Group's top project manager and the financial brains behind Helios Medical Solutions. She didn't come back to play nice—she came to take everything."
Sharon's hand shook, and the tablet hit the floor. The screen kept refreshing with comments.
[Heiress Plot Twist! Who's Really Running the Show?]
[Kendall: Secret Power Player or Rightful Queen?]
[Sharon Busted for Faking Family Ties to Stay Relevant?]
Each comment cut deeper, like nails in her heart.
She knew if she lost the narrative, her "perfect girl" image would be torn to shreds.
Meanwhile, in a sleek villa on Starion City's outskirts, Kendall lounged in her living room, flipping through the latest trending posts on her tablet.
Len stepped in, updating her. "As you planned, the PR team's keeping the media buzzing. The finance outlets are also choking Sharon's event coverage."
"Don't go too hard yet," Kendall said, her voice smooth as glass. "I want her to feel every second of her fall."
"Got it," Len said, nodding before slipping out.
Kendall snapped her tablet shut and stepped onto the balcony, gazing at the city's twinkling skyline.
She wasn't chasing a quick win. Taking Sharon down wasn't the goal.
She wanted Sharon to watch as everything she'd stolen—her status, her pride, her spotlight, her connections, even the men she thought she owned—slipped away, piece by piece.
*****
At the top floor of Stone Group's headquarters in Starion City, Ralph stood by the massive window, his silhouette sharp against the city skyline, a warm coffee mug in hand. His face held its usual steely calm.
Kendall breezed through the door, her steps light but purposeful.