A Socialite in Crisis My Employer Secretly Rules Wall Street

Vivian Belmont, a New York designer, was once the beloved daughter of her family. At her engagement party, her childhood fiancé Carter publicly jilted her to be with socialite Chloe. Heartbroken, a drunken night led her to mistake Alistair, the reclusive Wall Street tycoon hiding his identity, for a club model. A one-night contract bound their fates together. Her uncle Richard and aunt Elaine conspired with Carter’s mother Victoria to seize Belmont Fashion House, the brand founded by Vivian’s mother Seraphina. They forged a fifty-million-dollar debt contract to force Vivian into surrendering her inheritance. They even locked her inside a villa and tried to marry her off to the violent Howard. Vivian escaped and sought help from Alistair and attorney Daniel. She joined Hearst Group, her mother’s rival, and won a major partnership with Thorne Group using her signature luminous embroidery technique. Yet she soon faced sabotage. The creative director Beatrice framed her for plagiarism and faked academic fraud accusations. Vivian barely survived a car crash where her brakes had been tampered with. Carefully gathering evidence, she fought back and proved her mother’s original work predated the so-called plagiarized piece by twelve years. Victoria then tried to smear Seraphina by claiming her iconic design was stolen. At a fashion show, Vivian presented original manuscripts, journals and bank records, clearing her mother’s name and exposing the entire conspiracy woven by the Sterling and Belmont relatives. At an old dock deal scene, Alistair revealed his true identity. He confessed he was the little boy imprisoned beside her during their childhood abduction. Later in Paris, they opened up about their feelings and reconciled. Vivian revived her mother’s fashion brand and obtained all of Elena’s design copyrights. Alistair proposed to her at her fashion launch. Her grandfather Arthur finally accepted her after reading that childish letter she wrote when she was eight. One afternoon after their wedding, pregnant Vivian strolled through Central Park with Alistair. At long last, she had found her home.