Chapter 13 The Unexpected Protector

• The ballroom of the Blackwood Grand Hotel shimmered with golden chandeliers and murmured wealth. Every inch of the place dripped with luxury from the polished marble floors to the string quartet playing a soft, haunting waltz. It was one of those nights where appearances mattered more than truth, where smiles hid rivalries and handshakes sealed betrayals.
• Elena Moretti—no, Elena Blackwood walked into that glittering hall wearing quiet defiance. Her dress was a deep midnight blue, simple yet regal, hugging her form with restrained elegance. No glitter, no jewels,just dignity.
• The crowd’s eyes followed her. They always did. The whispers, too.