Lost Heiress of the Belfort Brothers

ne's

ace flickered. "Oh, look. The cleaner's here," she

htened, but she d

op like I had thought they had behaved themselves. They just kept s

ughed, "the cleaner's com

dragged my mum into it, something in me snapped. I stepped closer, putting myself between her and their

wheelchair. The gasp that left my throat burned. The sound of metal screeching against the floor echoed as he kicked the chair away. "I'll do whatever

tired and bruised from work a thousand times. Seeing it there because of him? That tore me apart. My chest tightened, fury boil

ng like my anger was entertainment. "So

e, Yvonne. Adrian is the principal's son. And you? You're just the dirty cle

could, I felt a light tap on my hand. My mum's fingers shook as she whispered, "Yvonne, I'm fine. I'm

t Adrian had asked me to be his girlfriend. That was why she'd gone out of her way to buy

ng to ask her out either. She's just an orphan nerd who does my homework. My own personal AI." He dragged the word

se. Rage burned hot in my chest. "You monster, Adrian," I snapped, my voice shaking as I turned to my mum. "Mum, wh

on't exchange words with him. I can't afford to l

pered, laying my hand over hers gently. The familiar blinking of my bracelet caught the corner of my eye-it alw

stepped closer, eyes narrowing as she gra

trying to pull a

s no way you could afford this. You're a walking discount rack. You obvious

d. "I didn't steal it," I said, my voice cracking under the weight

rder. "No. I think you stole it from me. B

e whispered. Anothe

The murmurs grew louder, people circling closer, phones up and recording. "Let go!" I shouted. But she smirked, leani

logetic. I knew how much this job meant to her. If she lost it, there wouldn't be a

venomous. "And then where would you be?

thought of letting go. Slowly, reluctantly, I eased my fingers open and let Tricia slip

forward, ready to fight back and snatch it away. But my mum's hands caught my arms, pulling me back. "

less, rage clawing at my chest. She was right. With Adrian and Tri

chimed one after another, spreading like wildfire through the crowd. Heads ben

hers are transferring to

g. It was as if every single student had rehearsed the

heirs of the richest family in New York. The ones who had everything-looks, fame, money, influen

as beneath their standards and their kind. This was a small-town school. W

let gone and my heart raw, I couldn't stop one

ming means som