He Stole My Art and My Mother,So I Stole His Empire

At the Capital City Art & Calligraphy Competition, the event that was supposed to define my entire career,

the piece I'd poured three years of my life into was publicly accused of plagiarism.

Doctored intimate photos of me and one of the judges filled the main screen.

My mother collapsed on the spot, clutching her chest as her heart gave out.

While the sirens of the ambulance screamed through the chaos, Maxwell Delgado's childhood sweetheart climbed onto the winner's podium.

Maxwell seized my wrist, his warning voice cold enough to freeze bone.