His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge

ical blow. She had returned to her father' s house after the shopping spree, not out of a desire for reconciliation, but to collect her mo

ng an arm around Willow' s frail shoulders. "Willow was just telling us ho

es-Willow' s favorite-and swept them off the table. The crystal sh

other's room," Scarlett sai

, Senator Hayes, said, his tone placating. "Be reasona

ed on the cowering figure of her stepsister. "That room belonged to

rage. "Willow is your sister now! And Ethan seems to think

preferred Willow, spoken so casually by the people who were supposed to be her f

unced, turning on her heel. "

ayal. She decided to move her departure for the South up. The sooner she was mar

ones. She located her father' s primary credit card, the one with no conceivable limit, and memori

r. Then, she started shopping. She went on a rampage through the luxury boutiques of Rodeo Drive. Chanel, Dior, Valentino. She bought ex

hitting him where it hurt the most: his wallet and his pride. She imagined his face, red with fury, as the al

hotel suite with designer boxes and bags until there w

rom her father, blunt and cold: "The ca

popped up on her phone from a num

to bankrupt your father? This isn't

message, her thumb hovering over the block button.

, there seems to be an issue with the credit card on fi

owhere to go. She packed a single suitcase with the most valuable items and walked out of

that had once felt like her kingdom now seemed alien and hostile. She tried calling a few fr

ress feeling like a costume. A group of men catcalled her from across the street. One of t

vulnerable, a perfect target. She stood up, rea

ed to a halt beside her. The

ed the man who was approaching her by the collar, a

ice low and dangerous. The man an

yes blazing. He grabbed he

t, his anger palpable. "Walking around like

the door. He got in and sped away, the tires squealing in protest. Scarlett stared straight ahead, her body trembling, caught between