My Stepsister Livestreamed My Billion-Dollar Wedding Gown Chapter 11
My phone rang.
It was Kian.
“Gwen.” His tone was relaxed. “Have you seen the news?”
“I have.”
“The Voss family is finished.” He said. “Are you happy?”
I thought for a moment.
“Not really happy.”
“Then what is it?”
I paused my needlework.
“Relief.”
There was a short silence on the other end of the line.
“Relief?”
“Yes.” I spoke softly. “I finally don’t have to make allowances for anyone anymore.”
Two weeks after the Voss family’s collapse, the Jett Group’s high couture brand made its official
announcement.
Creative Director: Gwen Voss.
The announcement sent shockwaves through the industry.
No one expected the so-called bad-luck Voss daughter, the girl crushed by her own family, to make such a dramatic comeback.
My fashion showcase went forward as scheduled.
This time, I needed no favors or connections from the Voss family.
The Jett name alone brought all the influence I needed.
The venue was packed.
Peers who once mocked and looked down on me now fought for a chance to see the work of Jett
Group’s new creative director.
I stood in the center of the exhibition space, looking out over the crowd.
Spotlights fell over me.
People whispered in the audience.
“Is that Gwen Voss?”
“The Gwen Voss whose family went bankrupt?”
“I heard her sister Talia ruined a client’s wedding gown, and she fixed the whole disaster
single-handedly.”
“The oldest Jett heir personally hired her as creative director.”
I listened to their murmurs with a calm expression.
Twenty years.
I finally stood here.
No longer the girl bullied at home, whose possessions were stolen, betrayed by her brother and
childhood friend.
This was the new Gwen.
On the final day of the showcase, Kian came to my atelier’s entrance.
He held a bottle of wine in his hand.
“For the celebration.”
I looked at him and said nothing, stepping aside to let him in.
He sat down, poured a glass of wine, and handed it to me.
“Gwen, do you have any regrets?”
I took the glass and swirled the liquid gently.
“Regret about what?”
“The Voss family are your blood relatives.” He watched me. “You really don’t feel tempted to go easy on them?”
I thought it over and shook my head.
“Not at all.”
“Why?”
I looked out the window at Veyra City’s glowing night sky, bright as a river of stars.
“In my past life, I used up every bit of mercy I had.”
Kian watched me and didn’t press for more.
He likely thought my mention of a past life was just a metaphor.
Only I knew it was not.
It was a real life, one where I had truly died.
I lifted the glass and drank the wine down in one gulp.
“Mr. Jett.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What for?”
“For giving me a way forward.” I set the empty glass down and met his gaze.
He smiled.
“You earned this yourself.”
He lifted his glass and tapped it lightly against my empty one.
“Gwen, starting today, you are no longer the Voss family’s oldest daughter.”
“You are just Gwen.”
The story’s ending finds me walking alone through the streets of Veyra City.
Behind me rise the lit towers of the Jett Group headquarters.
My new atelier and new life wait there.
Ahead lies the neighborhood where the old Voss family estate sits.
It is dark now, empty and abandoned.
I stand at an intersection, wind blowing from every direction.
I suddenly remember the night I died in that rental apartment in my past life.
Back then, I was alone, betrayed by everyone, with no one beside me.
I thought my story had ended for good.
I never imagined fate would give me a second chance.
This lifetime, I didn’t stop Talia.
I didn’t fight to grab back that jade medallion.
I didn’t desperately guard the wedding gown.
I simply stood aside and watched them step by step into the grave they dug for themselves.
Then, when they fell into the abyss, I reached out and took what had always belonged to me.
The Jett family’s respect.
The creative director position.
And a brand-new life, only mine.
I took a deep breath and lifted my face toward the sky.
The stars burned bright above me.
I smiled softly.
In my past life, I died horribly and never received a single apology.
This lifetime, I was reborn.
I don’t need apologies.
I am my own greatest strength.
I turned and walked toward the Jett Group buildings, long and steady strides carrying me forward.
Behind me lay the ruins of the Voss family.
Ahead waited my new beginning.
