The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis’s proposal, my life was a polished diamond.

The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation.

It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality.

Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me.

The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me.

I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: “Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!”