A Cold Confrontation (Patreon)

This is the last time I'm writing one of these big ass stories for a post. They take too damn long

The Schnee manor was adorned with all the grandeur one would expect for a high-profile gala. The chandelier in the grand ballroom sparkled with a thousand tiny lights, and the guests mingled, their voices blending into a sophisticated hum. Among the elegantly dressed attendees, Weiss Schnee moved gracefully, her face a mask of icy determination.

This wasn't just another evening of rubbing elbows with Atlas's elite for Weiss. Tonight, she had a plan—a plan to confront her father, Jacques Schnee, in a way that would leave a lasting impression and hopefully liberate her from his suffocating grasp.

As the evening progressed, Weiss observed her father working the room, charming investors and politicians alike. Jacques was in his element, his public persona as the charismatic head of the Schnee Dust Company firmly in place. But Weiss knew the truth—the greed, the ruthlessness, and the way he had treated their family, particularly her.

Weiss took a deep breath and approached the stage, where the orchestra was finishing a piece. As the applause died down, she gracefully ascended the steps, catching the attention of the guests. She tapped the microphone, drawing a curious silence from the crowd.

"Good evening, everyone," she began, her voice clear and steady. "Thank you all for coming to this splendid event. As a member of the Schnee family, I would like to take this opportunity to address something very important."

Jacques, who had been chatting with a group of business partners, looked up in surprise. His expression shifted from curiosity to alarm as Weiss continued.

"The Schnee Dust Company has always prided itself on its values of integrity and excellence," Weiss said, her tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of steel. "However, the truth behind these walls is far from the image we project."

Murmurs began to ripple through the crowd. Jacques started to move toward the stage, but Weiss held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"For years, I have witnessed the exploitation and unethical practices that my father, Jacques Schnee, has enforced," Weiss declared, her voice gaining strength. "Our workers are mistreated, our practices unsustainable, and all of this is done in the name of profit."

Gasps and shocked whispers filled the room. Jacques's face turned red with rage as he tried to regain control. "Weiss, that's enough!"

Weiss ignored him, her eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and righteousness. "I can no longer stand by and watch as the Schnee name is tarnished by greed and corruption. This ends tonight. I call for an immediate investigation into the practices of the Schnee Dust Company. It's time for transparency and accountability."

The room erupted into chaos, with guests shouting questions and demands. Journalists who had been invited to cover the gala began to scribble furiously, their eyes alight with the promise of a major scoop.

Jacques climbed onto the stage, his fury barely contained. "You ungrateful—"

"This isn't about gratitude, Father," Weiss interrupted, stepping forward to face him directly. "It's about doing what's right. It's about protecting the people who depend on us and ensuring a future that we can be proud of."

For a moment, father and daughter stood in a tense standoff, the room watching with bated breath. Then, Jacques's mask of control slipped, and he snarled, "You will regret this, Weiss."

Weiss met his gaze steadily. "No, Father. I think this is the first step towards something better. For all of us."

Then, in an act that would leave the entire room and her father in utter shock, Weiss began to undo her dress. As the fabric pooled at her feet, the crowd gasped collectively, the sight of her baring herself a symbol of her complete rejection of the facade her father had built.

"This," she declared, standing tall and unashamed, "is me shedding the falsehoods and the pretenses. From now on, I refuse to hide behind the lies."

She took in the stunned faces around her, a laugh bubbling up from deep within. The laughter grew, a joyous, liberating sound that echoed through the hall. Weiss felt a rush of exhilaration and freedom as she embraced her nakedness, reveling in the scandal and shock she had caused. She began to strut off the stage, her steps confident and proud, making sure to emphasize her rear with each step. The smug smile playing on her lips widened as she noticed the lustful stares following her every move.

Winter Schnee, standing near the back of the room, watched her sister with a mixture of amusement and pride. As Weiss walked by, Winter gave her a small nod of approval, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"Well done, Weiss," Winter murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "Well done."

Weiss paused at the exit, turning back to face the crowd one last time. She threw up a peace sign and called out, "I hope you all enjoyed the view. Make sure this is in the news!"

With that, she turned and confidently strutted out of the room, her laughter still echoing in the hall. Her mind was already on the next steps—rallying support, exposing more of her father's misdeeds, and ultimately, rebuilding the Schnee legacy into something honorable. Tonight was just the beginning.