The Betrayed Heiress's Backlash

oorDash delivery, this one miles out of my usual zone to some rich part of the Hamptons. The pay was barely enough for gas, but Ethan' s "medical bills"

sed from the house, a modern glass monstrosity lit up like a spaceship. I just wanted to drop the

itchen. As I approached, voices drifted out from a

brittle and cruel. Olivia Prescott. I knew that laugh. We' d been in a

hint of pain or weariness in two long years. "Like candy from a baby. The lit

caught.

her? You have the patience of a saint," Olivia said, h

cholarship from you, parading around like she was so much better. N

ass. My mother' s sapphire pendant. The only thing I had left of her. I' d pawned it la

but I moved closer to

lly against a marble counter, a drink in his hand, laughing with Ol

ing up to the light. My mother's pe

a few bucks for my 'recovery'," Ethan sneered, and Olivia shrieked wi

ied night, it was all a lie. A game. For revenge over some stupid

tumbling, my heart a cold, hard stone in my chest. I pulled

cus Thorne, the real estate magnate, the father I' d walk

s wrong? You s

words tasting like ash. "The marria

surprisingly gentle. "Alwa

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