Brooke flipped through the glossy pages of the fashion magazine, her eyes fixated on the cover. Lyse's radiant face, adorned with a confident smile, stared back at her. The bold headline over her face proclaimed, "Could This Be The Rising Star of the Fashion Industry?"
A wave of bitter envy washed over Brooke. She had always prided herself on her beauty, her intelligence, and her talent. But now, it seemed as if Lyse had everything that she had ever wanted. Fame, fortune, and the love of a powerful man who was willing to do anything for her.
It infuriated her to see that there was not even a single whiff of Lyse's indiscretion, it seemed that Levi had effectively shut down any hints of such a story. Fortunately, Jean Pierre had mysteriously died. She knew that it was the work of that man.
