Chapter 67 Survival

• Elena’s POV
• Five weeks. Five grueling weeks. And somehow, here I was—still standing. Ten of us left. Ten fierce, ambitious, relentless women, each one convinced they deserved the crown more than the others.
• The Maison de Luxe had begun to feel like a battlefield disguised as a palace. The polished floors, crystal chandeliers, and gold trim didn’t make it any less brutal. If anything, it made the stakes feel higher. Every step I took, every glance I threw, every move I made was under scrutiny. Cameras captured everything. Judges watched everything. And every second, the whispers, the side-eyes, the calculated smiles were sharpened into weapons.