Chapter 8 - Chapter Eight

Lisa pointing at him, her voice Sharp and firm "You can throw money at my competitors, sabotage my shows, or pull strings behind my back, but you'll never own me or my success. You're a coward, hiding behind your wealth because you're terrified of anyone who doesn't bow to your ego."

Whispering takes over the room, the crowd froze, the entire room focused on their confrontation. Marcus, for the first time, seemed caught off guard.

Marcus trying to maintain his composure, but visibly rattled "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm talking about. You're just another man who thinks he can buy loyalty and love. But not from me." Lisa stepping closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper

She turned and walks away, leaving Marcus standing in the spotlight, humiliated in front of the most influential people in the industry. flashes from cameras, capturing the moment, and within minutes, the headlines would be spread across every media house.

Lisa's public humiliation of Marcus sent shockwaves through the fashion world. For days, she was the subject of countless articles, praised for standing up to a billionaire and protecting her brand. But deep down, Lisa knew this wasn't over. Marcus wasn't the type to let things slide.

A week later, she received an anonymous tip that rocked her to her core. Marcus wasn't just meddling in her business. He was funding her largest rival, Vesper Couture, a company notorious for cutthroat practices. It was a deliberate attempt to drive her out of the market.

Lisa felt a surge of betrayal, but instead of reacting impulsively, she decided to outsmart him. She dug deeper into Marcus's business dealings, using her own connections to gather intel.

One evening, as she reviewed documents, Jane burst into her office.

Jane out of breath, holding a file uttered "Lisa, you're not going to believe this. I've found something, Marcus's company has a direct pipeline to Maison du Soleil, the international firm we've been eyeing for months."

Lisa's eyes widened. This was her opportunity.

Lisa slowly grinning, overwhelmed with thoughts "Then it's time we turn the tables, and go ahead of Marcus."

Lisa spent the next few days crafting a strategy. She arranged a private meeting with Maison du Soleil's board, using Marcus's own connections to get ahead of him. She knew if she could secure a deal with them, it would catapult her brand to a level even Marcus couldn't touch.

The meeting was set for the following week. When Marcus found out, he was left furious and frustrated

He storms into her office, mumbling with a sharp voice "Maison du Soleil? Really, Lisa? You think you can just walking in and steal my deal?"

Lisa intoned, calmly looking up from her desk

"Steal? Funny, I thought I was just leveling the playing field. Isn't that what you said?"

Marcus's eyes narrowed.

He steps closer, with a dangerous voice smirked "You don't know who you're dealing with."

"I know exactly who I'm dealing with. A man who's afraid of losing to a woman or never tired of backing down." Lisa meeting his gaze without flinching

For a moment, silence took over the room. The tension between them was high. Marcus clenched his fists, his jaw tight with frustration. But Lisa didn't flicker by his treats.

Marcus's voice low, almost growling "This isn't over, Lisa."

Lisa smiling with a smirk on her face. "No, it's just beginning."