The Betrayed Heiress's Backlash

re I was staying. It felt like a prop from a different life. I clutched my single, worn duffel bag, containing ev

, Liam Vanderbilt, inside. This was the first step in the "business merger" my fat

ke a costume. As I navigated through the glittering cr

ragged in. Or should I say, what

e of equally smug-looking friends. Her gown probabl

her friends sneered, looking me up an

t," I said, trying t

a guest here is if you were scrubbing the floors. Securi

y. I clutched my duffel bag tighter. I

issed, her face close to mine. "Go back t

ow, Olivia," I shot back, the wo

rowed. "You