Malia Hayes had never let her name define her, though the world expected it to.
At nineteen, she was already running two successful businesses-Hayes
Performance, the racing car company her father had built from the ground up, and Hayes Couture, the luxury clothing brand her mother had created. Both had been left in her hands after her father's tragic death in a car crash when Malia was just sixteen.
It had been a huge responsibility for someone so young, but her father had always believed in her. In fact, he'd made it clear in his will: "If anything happens to me, Malia, you'll take over. You're ready." And somehow, she was.
Her uncle Ben, her father's brother, helped run Hayes Performance, taking the lead on the day-to-day operations. Meanwhile, her mother, Catherine, had been slowly recovering from years of grief and substance abuse. She was getting better, working on getting back into the fashion business, but it was Malia who kept everything running.
Despite everything, Malia never let the pressure show. She wasn't one to wallow in self-pity or let anyone see her struggle.
Instead, she had learned to carry her responsibilities with grace, blending confidence and strength in everything she did.
Whether it was overseeing design meetings for her mother's brand or negotiating high-stakes deals for her father's company, Malia did it all with a quiet authority that commanded respect.
She was used to being seen as the perfect example of wealth and success, but Malia didn't care about that image. She cared about the work. She cared about the legacy her father had built and about making sure her mother's brand didn't crumble under the weight of its past. And, though she would never admit it, she cared about doing it all without letting anyone tell her what she should be, what she could or couldn't do.
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