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Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Handover II

Athena found herself surrounded almost immediately—hands extending toward her, smiles flashing under the warm golden light that streamed from the chandelier above.

She had been congratulated before—at ceremonies, conferences, dinners—but this was different. Every handshake carried weight, every congratulatory word seemed to press into her skin like a seal.

"Congratulations, Miss Thorne,"

"You deserve it,"

"We’re honored to have you lead us."

The compliments came from every direction. She smiled at them all, her practiced composure never slipping. Well until Ewan came forward to shake her.

He offered his hand with that familiar confidence of his, and she took it—her fingers fitting easily against his.

"Congratulations, Miss Thorne," he said, voice low enough for only her to hear.

The faintest smile tugged at her lips. "Thank you, Mr. Ewan."

Their handshake lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary. Then came the wink—quick, almost imperceptible—and that suggestive glint in his eyes that sent heat rising to her cheeks before she could stop it.

She tried to pull her hand back, aware they were the centre of attention, but he held on for a second more, enough for his thumb to brush lightly across her knuckles, before letting go. The moment passed too quickly, leaving her pulse fluttering.

She was still fighting to steady her breath when movement on her left caught her attention. She turned, and saw the other side of her family.

Her grand-aunt, dressed in an elegant gray dress and heavy pearls that gleamed like frost; her son, Jonathan, whose expression was all forced charm; and Cedric—her cousin, whose eyes flickered with something colder than resentment.

Athena’s blush faded instantly.

She could see through the false smiles plastered across their faces. Every congratulatory gesture they gave was tight, mechanical, like a performance rehearsed too many times.

She mirrored them effortlessly, drawing her own smile—sharp, composed, and with just enough sweetness to make them wonder if it was real.

"Congratulations, dear," her grand-aunt said, voice syrupy but strained.

"Thank you," Athena replied smoothly, shaking her hand. Her gaze didn’t waver.

Jonathan stepped forward next, his smile a little too wide. "It’s good to see that the company stays within the family."

Athena’s answering expression was nothing short of victorious—a smile that bordered on a smirk, daring them to challenge her new position. "It is," she said softly, her tone smooth as glass. "Exactly where it belongs."

Cedric came last. His handshake was firm but wordless. For a brief second, their eyes locked. There was no warmth there—only a silent acknowledgment of rivalry, the kind that simmered beneath polite civility.

When that was done, Athena stepped back slightly, collecting herself. The room had quieted again, attention turning toward her once more. She knew what was expected of her.

She took a moment, inhaled, and let her eyes sweep across the table, over the faces that now looked to her for direction. Then, with calm precision, she stepped forward.

"Thank you," she began, her voice steady and clear, echoing faintly in the large hall. "I can’t begin to describe how honored I am to stand here today. This company—our company—has been the backbone of innovation, resilience, and unity for many years. It’s more than an organization. It’s a living testament to what vision, dedication, and family can achieve."

A pause. She looked briefly at her grandfather, who was watching her with a faint, approving smile.

"I’ve seen my grandfather handle this empire with unwavering passion," she continued. "I learned that leadership isn’t just about numbers, or profit margins, or expansion. It’s about people. It’s about listening when no one else will. It’s about creating something that outlasts us."

Her tone softened slightly, emotion threading through her words. "I don’t take this responsibility lightly. Thorne Industries has stood for decades as a beacon of trust. And as we move forward into a new era, I pledge to honor that trust. I will uphold the integrity that has defined this company, and I will give everything I have to ensure its continued growth."

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