Chapter 63 Cost Of Desperation

• Lady Gella stood frozen on the pavement outside the grand Fletcher estate, her heart pounding as she stared up at the imposing structure. The mansion, with its cold stone façade and windows like unblinking eyes, seemed to mock her. It was as though the house itself stood as a symbol of all the power she had once held, now crumbling beneath the weight of her past mistakes.
• Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to walk up to the housekeeper, her every step a struggle against the overwhelming tide of frustration and desperation building within her. She had tried—tried so hard to salvage what was left of her family, to regain the respect she had once commanded. But her brother, the man she had once trusted, had chosen to stand back, watching her suffer alone as Alina’s takeover of the company unfolded. He had refused to intervene, had let her fall without a single hand reaching out to catch her.
• She had threatened him, yes. She had demanded that he step down, that he allow her daughter to lead the family business, but that had been in a moment of desperation, of feeling cornered. And now, here she was, standing at his doorstep, hoping against hope for some semblance of compassion, some sign that he still cared.