From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Hearing that, Ileana looked up at Violet with a smirk. "You're that confident?"

Violet puffed up her chest, a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Well, I've got all the reason to be."

Confidence oozed from Violet, her stunning looks and graceful demeanor had Nanson completely enchanted. It was clear as day that a love confession was on the horizon. Ileana chuckled, then added, "Just don't forget me when you hit the jackpot."

"That's a given," Violet linked arms with Ileana, her voice warm with gratitude. "Ileana, everything I have now, it's all thanks to you. How could I possibly forget you!" Indeed.

The moment Violet "accidentally" bumped into Nanson, it was all part of a master plan.

A plan meticulously crafted by Ileana herself.

Ileana couldn't stand the thought of being tossed aside by Nanson after three years of being together.

Why should he have the right to dump her?

She was supposed to be the lady of QuickSend Parcels!

If Nanson made her life miserable, she'd make sure to return the favor.

- his likes, dislikes, making him

thought of her

Violet was the

Ileana approached Violet, plotting the

name. And she wasn't a dance instructor as she claimed, but the star of

to her striking

her. But the attention was fleeting Despite the lavish tips that equaled a fortnight's wages for an average person in just one night, the industry was

would her income.

terrified Jenny. At thirty, her youthful allure was waning,

Jenny knew she needed a more stable support system. Marrying

a wealthy

admirers was a

men

her workplace seldom viewed

marriage material, seeking

offered no prospects beyond the karaoke bar, leaving her with

guys that