THE BILLIONAIRE'S LADY REVENGER

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hitting them just right, those white walls look stunning; marble columns tower above, giving off

feels like

ght shoes, wrapping around me like ice. That chandelier up there is super bright, with its crys

ean and fixing flowers that will just droop by tomorrow. None of them look at me. They never do. I grip

ed in a shiny frame for eternity. She h

ile. That hurts

mmer in my ears. Father should be here. I

s top priority. The room has his cologne scent in the air. Sharp. Famili

morning, Father." My vo

impatient. "Hmm. Morning." A flick of h

my notebook. My idea is right here, waiting to b

and tu

f I don't show up, that woul

to seat twenty, yet only four of us sit here. The distance between me a

king in his attention. Her pearl-tone hair cascades down her back, her tailor

do

ue dress, my fingers

but empty. "How unusual. Finally decided to c

ke needles. I force myself to me

doesn't matter when they've a

d your mother's charm, but charms don't keep a business alive." She sips her tea slowly, pausing intentionally probably to find th

o s

something I'll never receive-pride. "Her leadership has tak

ise. She doesn't even tr

und my plate, my a

ong here. I

in. At least prove to them all that I can

ting room. My fingers ti

sn't l

ay I have

What is i

ng on a business idea. A boutique concept. It could appeal to a yo

es me a glance. "She has the experience and the

p dismissal. This i

h, but then Ju

st in time to shove

ps it's time to think about finding a suitable

ok, fingers diggin

t say

turn an

only part of the house

my bed, hand

and is a fram

r. Before every

ou, Mom,"

nk ra

n't

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the title of this occasion. No one tells me anything. Not even the maids. They know better than to try talking to me. They

ampagne glasses clinking. I blend into the backg

ven me a r

ng dr

ped in crystal glas

lancing the tray, ig

arvin keep

weight. A ch

nd I do

r voice carrying amusement. "That dress is... charming.

hter from her friends f

the tray, shatter the glasses, and scream

d, I s

n my throa

my he

keep m

s house, digni

t, I refus

ut I don't look back. I just m