Jasmine
I sat in the back of the armored vehicle, my eyes scanning the digital headlines flashing across my tablet. The press had spent the last eight hours tearing the Sterling name to shreds.
WAR BETWEEN VANCE AND STERLING: THE BATTLE LINES ARE DRAWN
FROM PAUPER TO POWERHOUSE: THE SECRET HEIRESS WHO BOUGHT A GALA
IS THE VANCE HEIRESS A SPOILED PRINCESS?
When the SUV pulled up to the curb of the Vance Global headquarters, the chaos outside was deafening. A wall of paparazzi and journalists slammed against the security barriers, their long camera lenses clicking. Flashbulbs reflected off the glass windows as Marcus and four other guards formed a tight shield around me, ushering me through the tall glass doors of the lobby.
It was too much. The noise, the lights, the questions being t
