THE BILLIONAIRE'S LADY REVENGER

a's

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

mile, but that

loudly in my ears. Father should be he

're his top priority. The room has his cologne scent in the air. I

morning, Father." My vo

tient. "Hmm. Morning." A flick of his wrist a

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

and tu

f I don't show up, that woul

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

ng in his attention. Her pearl-tone hair cascades down her back, her tailored blaze

ue dress, my fingers

but empty. "How unusual. Did you finally decide

ke needles. I force myself to me

doesn't matter when they've a

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

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

raise. She doesn't even tr

und my plate, my a

ong here. I

n. At least prove to them all that I can be

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

pares me a glance. "She has the experience and t

p dismissal. This i

th, but then

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

ampagne glasses clinking. I blend into the backg

ven me a r

ng dr

ped in crystal glas

lancing the tray, ig

rtins keep

weight. A ch

nd I do

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

hter from her friends f

the tray, shatter the glasses, and scream

d, I s

my throat be

my he

keep m

s house, digni

t, I refus

ut I don't look back. I just m