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Chapter 2

Word Count: 1038    |    Released on: 04/09/2026

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allpaper, crossing his massive arms over his chest. He looked like he was settling in for a show.

"Come here." His low rumble

before stepping toward him, seeking t

nd of perfume that belongs in a shithole like this." His voice was a low, probing drawl that stripped away my defenses. He was dissecting the scene,

things," I countered,

darkened. His amusement vanished, replaced by the terri

oor, and yanked it open. Sterling, mid-kick, stumbled

a few of his sycophantic cousins. They all froze, staring wide-

n at Sterling with absolute disdain. "Can I h

k's faded jeans to the Harley parked outside. A sneer twi

at cheap whore to get her ass out here!"

ight, stepping slightly to the side to reveal

A quiet breakup would have been swept under the rug, but a filthy, undeniable scandal was the only way to per

le, spit flying from his lips. "The night before our wedding, and you're spr

d, forcing my eyes to widen and my shoulders

d. An elderly woman with silver hair, leaning heavily on a polished obsidian cane, st

. The true matriarch

, and finally landed on her grandson. "Is this how

lated. "Grandmother, s

e. "Put your clothes on, you disgusting little s

ocking her view. "I don't think so," he drawled. "I was highly satisf

r the walkway. People usually bowed an

studying Tack's cut and his

s being interrupted,

! That's Kane Montgomery. The bastard son the

eve's lip curled in disgust. To her, T

g with venom. "I'll give you ten thousand dollars to crawl

knuckles. He shot a knowing, dangerous glance over his shoulder at me, fully aware he was the loaded gun

ot. A van slammed to a halt, and four photographers jumped out, cameras flashing

mask cracked. Panic

r and Martha, spilled out, dragging my "sweet" sister Aubrey with them. Aubre

ed little slut!" she shrieked, her face twisted in pure hatred. "We took you out

ng her face in his chest while shooting me a

ing weight of the Kensington arrogance, the Whit

etting a single tear

os. "Sloane Reynolds, you are a filthy embarrassment, no longer fit to breathe the same

ey exchanged a lo

my lips curved into

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