Bye Loser! Love, Daddy's Heiress - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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Three years had changed everything. I wasn't just surviving anymore—I was untouchable. The name Pearl Anderson didn't draw pity or scorn now; it commanded respect. Fear, even. And at my side, always, was the only man who had ever truly seen me for what I was.
Tonight was no exception.
The gala was the kind of event where fortunes were made and broken over champagne flutes and whispered deals. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, the air thick with ambition and the clink of glasses. And there I stood—right where I belonged.
Taurus was beside me, a silent force in a navy suit that fit him like a second skin. But it wasn't the tailoring that held my attention—it was the way his gaze locked onto mine, steady and sure.
Then, without warning, the room seemed to hold its breath.
Taurus reached into his pocket, and the murmurs around us faded. He dropped to one knee, velvet box in hand. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, but I barely heard it. My world had narrowed to him—only him.
"Pearl Anderson," he said, voice low and unwavering. "You're the most ruthless, brilliant woman I've ever known. You don't need a damn thing—but if you'll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life standing beside you."
Silence. Every eye in the room was on us.
Once, I'd believed in love—and it had shattered me. But Taurus? He'd never asked me to be smaller. He'd built me higher. Not as my savior, but as my equal.
A slow smile curved my lips. "Taurus Sullivan," I murmured, tugging his tie, "I guess someone's gotta keep you in line."
His mouth twitched. "Is that a yes?"
I answered by pulling him up and kissing him—hard, unapologetic, victorious. The room erupted in applause, cameras flashing like fireworks.
And in the shadows, drowning in regret, stood the man who'd thrown me away.
Lothario.
LOTHARIO'S POV
She was never really mine.
I'd held her once, convinced she'd always be there—waiting, loyal, mine. But watching her now, head thrown back in laughter, her hand in his, I realized how wrong I'd been.
Pearl Anderson had risen. And I'd been left in the wreckage of my own arrogance.
My grip tightened around my whiskey glass as Taurus slid an arm around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. He had everything I'd lost—her warmth, her fire, her love.
I hated him for it.
I hated myself more.
Alessia was gone, locked away after her downfall. My empire? A shell of what it once was. Investors had fled the moment my engagement collapsed. I'd been so obsessed with clawing back what I'd lost that I hadn't realized the truth—I'd already lost the only thing that mattered.
Her.
Pearl turned then, her gaze slicing through the crowd and landing on me. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw something flicker in her eyes—pity? Disgust? Or worse—nothing at all.
I was a ghost to her now.
She looked away without hesitation, lifting her bouquet. My breath caught.
Would she throw it toward me? Would she even acknowledge me?
She smirked.
And then—without a single glance back—she tossed it forward, toward the future she'd built without me.
PEARL'S POV
The ceremony was flawless. Every seat filled with power players, every eye on me as I walked down the aisle with Alexander Anderson at my side.
Three years ago, he'd just been a name—a man who'd unknowingly abandoned his daughter. But now, as he looked at me with pride, I knew: I'd rewritten our history.
"You look beautiful," he whispered as we reached the altar.
I smirked. "Obviously."
Taurus stood waiting, steady as ever, his hand outstretched. I took it without hesitation.
"Ready?" he murmured.
"Born ready," I replied.
The vows were spoken, the rings exchanged. But the moment that sealed it all wasn't the words—it was the way Taurus looked at me, like I was his entire world.
When the minister pronounced us husband and wife, he didn't wait. He pulled me into a kiss that left no doubt—this was a victory.
We turned to face the crowd as one—Pearl Anderson and Taurus Sullivan, the most powerful couple in the game. And at the very back, half-hidden among the guests, stood the man who'd once called me his.
Lothario.
I saw the way his fists clenched, the way his throat worked as he swallowed his misery. He looked… broken.
I'd forgiven him—not for his sake, but for mine. But love? That ship had sailed.
As I held my bouquet, I felt his stare—desperate, pleading. Would I give him a sign? A flicker of the past?
I smirked.
And then I turned away, tossing the bouquet not toward my history, but toward my future.
Because I was done looking back.
Later, on the balcony of our honeymoon suite, I stared out at the city that had once tried to break me.
Taurus slipped his arms around my waist, lips brushing my bare shoulder. "You did it," he murmured.
I tilted my head, smiling. "No. We did."
He turned me to face him, fingers tracing my jaw. "You could still take over the world alone, you know."
I shrugged. "Maybe. But where's the fun in that?"
He laughed, kissing me again before sweeping me into his arms. And as he carried me inside, I knew one thing for certain—
Pearl Anderson, the woman once betrayed, now reigned supreme.
And this time?
No one would ever take my crown.
THE END
Tonight was no exception.
The gala was the kind of event where fortunes were made and broken over champagne flutes and whispered deals. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, the air thick with ambition and the clink of glasses. And there I stood—right where I belonged.
Taurus was beside me, a silent force in a navy suit that fit him like a second skin. But it wasn't the tailoring that held my attention—it was the way his gaze locked onto mine, steady and sure.
Then, without warning, the room seemed to hold its breath.
Taurus reached into his pocket, and the murmurs around us faded. He dropped to one knee, velvet box in hand. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, but I barely heard it. My world had narrowed to him—only him.
"Pearl Anderson," he said, voice low and unwavering. "You're the most ruthless, brilliant woman I've ever known. You don't need a damn thing—but if you'll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life standing beside you."
Silence. Every eye in the room was on us.
Once, I'd believed in love—and it had shattered me. But Taurus? He'd never asked me to be smaller. He'd built me higher. Not as my savior, but as my equal.
A slow smile curved my lips. "Taurus Sullivan," I murmured, tugging his tie, "I guess someone's gotta keep you in line."
His mouth twitched. "Is that a yes?"
I answered by pulling him up and kissing him—hard, unapologetic, victorious. The room erupted in applause, cameras flashing like fireworks.
And in the shadows, drowning in regret, stood the man who'd thrown me away.
Lothario.
LOTHARIO'S POV
She was never really mine.
I'd held her once, convinced she'd always be there—waiting, loyal, mine. But watching her now, head thrown back in laughter, her hand in his, I realized how wrong I'd been.
Pearl Anderson had risen. And I'd been left in the wreckage of my own arrogance.
My grip tightened around my whiskey glass as Taurus slid an arm around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. He had everything I'd lost—her warmth, her fire, her love.
I hated him for it.
I hated myself more.
Alessia was gone, locked away after her downfall. My empire? A shell of what it once was. Investors had fled the moment my engagement collapsed. I'd been so obsessed with clawing back what I'd lost that I hadn't realized the truth—I'd already lost the only thing that mattered.
Her.
Pearl turned then, her gaze slicing through the crowd and landing on me. For a heartbeat, I thought I saw something flicker in her eyes—pity? Disgust? Or worse—nothing at all.
I was a ghost to her now.
She looked away without hesitation, lifting her bouquet. My breath caught.
Would she throw it toward me? Would she even acknowledge me?
She smirked.
And then—without a single glance back—she tossed it forward, toward the future she'd built without me.
PEARL'S POV
The ceremony was flawless. Every seat filled with power players, every eye on me as I walked down the aisle with Alexander Anderson at my side.
Three years ago, he'd just been a name—a man who'd unknowingly abandoned his daughter. But now, as he looked at me with pride, I knew: I'd rewritten our history.
"You look beautiful," he whispered as we reached the altar.
I smirked. "Obviously."
Taurus stood waiting, steady as ever, his hand outstretched. I took it without hesitation.
"Ready?" he murmured.
"Born ready," I replied.
The vows were spoken, the rings exchanged. But the moment that sealed it all wasn't the words—it was the way Taurus looked at me, like I was his entire world.
When the minister pronounced us husband and wife, he didn't wait. He pulled me into a kiss that left no doubt—this was a victory.
We turned to face the crowd as one—Pearl Anderson and Taurus Sullivan, the most powerful couple in the game. And at the very back, half-hidden among the guests, stood the man who'd once called me his.
Lothario.
I saw the way his fists clenched, the way his throat worked as he swallowed his misery. He looked… broken.
I'd forgiven him—not for his sake, but for mine. But love? That ship had sailed.
As I held my bouquet, I felt his stare—desperate, pleading. Would I give him a sign? A flicker of the past?
I smirked.
And then I turned away, tossing the bouquet not toward my history, but toward my future.
Because I was done looking back.
Later, on the balcony of our honeymoon suite, I stared out at the city that had once tried to break me.
Taurus slipped his arms around my waist, lips brushing my bare shoulder. "You did it," he murmured.
I tilted my head, smiling. "No. We did."
He turned me to face him, fingers tracing my jaw. "You could still take over the world alone, you know."
I shrugged. "Maybe. But where's the fun in that?"
He laughed, kissing me again before sweeping me into his arms. And as he carried me inside, I knew one thing for certain—
Pearl Anderson, the woman once betrayed, now reigned supreme.
And this time?
No one would ever take my crown.
THE END
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