The Billionaire's True Partner

It was supposed to be my night. At the Bancroft Foundation Gala, sparkling under crystal light, I, Scarlett Davenport, was meant to receive the historic Bancroft signet ring from Ethan, sealing our dynastic union. My grandfather smiled, knowing the Davenport Covenant-my birthright as queenmaker-was finally coming to fruition. But then, Ethan, the golden boy on stage, scanned the room, and his eyes didn't land on me. They found Daisy Miller, the estate manager's daughter. A gasp echoed as he slipped that ring onto her finger, declaring her his "true partner." My heart didn't stop; it went very, very still. Then came the knife: a "psychological compatibility report" claiming I was "unsuited for the intense public life" he envisioned. The whispers, the pitying stares, Eleanor's humiliating offer of mistress status-it all burned. My reputation, shredded. He called me "unsuited." How blind he was! He'd chosen a pawn over the queen, discarded the absolute key to the power he craved. The Davenport Covenant wasn't just a quaint story; it was a destiny waiting to be unleashed. A monumental fool. As society vultures circled, I saw my chance. I turned to Eleanor, asking for public sanction for a new match. My eyes scanned the room, landing on him: Jax Morgan, the self-made tech billionaire. "Him," I stated, my voice clear. His amused gaze met mine-a challenge, not a rejection. The true game began.