The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 11

The Comments Told Me to Fight the Fake Heiress but I Chose Her as My Sister Chapter 11

The gala began.

The host said all the pretty words.

August went up to give his address, his voice tight.

Silas’s parents sat in the front row, smiles they couldn’t hide.

They probably already saw Voss Holdings’ projects, capital, and channels all becoming the Hales’ lifeline.

Silas stood at my side.

Right before the exchange of betrothal tokens, a murmur rippled through the entrance.

Elowen had arrived.

She wore that silver gown, hair swept up, beautiful enough to cut.

Every guest’s gaze bounced between us.

We looked too alike.

Like a deliberate provocation.

The crimson lines burned so bright they nearly blocked my vision.

[LOOK! She’s HERE!]

[She wants everyone to think SHE belongs at Silas’s side!]

Silas saw her too.

His lips curled almost imperceptibly.

Then, in front of everyone, he walked straight to Elowen.

“Elowen, you came.”

His voice held the softness of old affection.

The murmur swelled.

Some people were already looking at me with pity.

In my past life, that look had driven me mad.

Silas lowered his voice to Elowen. “Don’t be afraid. After tonight, everything goes back where it belongs.”

Elowen looked at him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

His voice was quiet, but loud enough for the mic in her clutch.

“Lila can’t hold up the Voss family. You don’t want to be crushed under her forever, do you?”

Elowen lowered her eyes. “And what about what you promised me?”

Silas smiled.

“Once those documents are in hand, the Hales will back you at Voss. As for Lila, she’ll take the fall for

tonight’s leak.”

He’d finally said it.

Elowen lifted her chin and glanced at me.

To everyone else, it read like a challenge.

Only I knew what her glance meant-it was time to close the net.

Silas turned back to the stage.

He leaned close to my ear, voice only we could hear.

“See? Even though you’re the real daughter, not everyone will choose you.”

I looked at him.

I smiled suddenly.

“Silas, do you really think the person embarrassed tonight is me?”

A muscle jumped in his brow.

The next second, the lights in the ballroom cut out.

The big screen at the front flared to life.

First came the recording of Silas on the terrace.

“Let the two of them fight. The Voss family falls apart eventually.”

“Once the betrothal’s sealed, I’ll get my hands on Voss Holdings’ energy-storage files.”

The guest seating exploded.

Silas’s father shot to his feet. “TURN IT OFF! WHO’S DOING THIS!”

Nobody listened.

Next came the footage of him and Hiram in the conference room.

Hiram handing over the USB.

Silas saying, “Before tonight’s betrothal gala, pull the files out.”

The picture was clear.

The audio was clean.

Silas went white. He spun to rush the control booth.

Caspian was already standing at the backstage entrance with his people.

“Not so fast, Silas.”