Chapter 2 - The Rising Shadow
“Let’s see if a little white wine washes out the red,” Victoria sneered, tilting the glass downward.
Before a single drop could spill, Maya moved. Her slender hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair. A quiet, mechanical hum vibrated beneath her gown.
The entire room went dead silent.
Slowly, deliberately, Maya stood up.
The floor-length ivory silk parted just enough to reveal sleek, matte-black carbon-fiber prosthetic legs glowing with faint, pulsed blue LED telemetry lights along the joints. Victoria staggered backward, her silver sequins catching the harsh chandelier light as her eyes widened in complete terror. She dropped her champagne glass, the liquid splashing harmlessly against her own expensive heels.
“You... you can walk?” Victoria stammered, her voice trembling violently as she stumbled back two full steps. “What are you doing here? You're supposed to be confined to a bed!”
Maya smoothed down her stained dress without a single hint of embarrassment. Her posture was majestic, her gaze sharp as diamond. The surrounding socialites lowered their phones slightly, staring in sheer disbelief.
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“I designed these legs myself,” Maya said, her voice soft, icy, and carrying an absolute authority that chilled the air in the room. “And I came here to oversee my new property.”
👉 Read PART 3 to discover the secret history between Maya and Victoria’s family empire!
