Orchestrated Accidents: A Heiress's Revenge

lah. Nothing more. You are the only one who matters." I hadn't slept a wink. Every fiber of my being screamed in

I would not beg for it. There were countless men who would kill to be in Bentley' s position, men who would genu

night solidifying in my veins. My father was sti

"Bentley Swanson is a good man, I'll grant you, but his label is s

thing more. Or perhaps to someone else entirely." A bitter flash of Devon and Delilah in the conservatory, then in the li

my posture, my head held high. "I have made m

blinked. "

"First, I want all the Fellows' discretionary accoun

. "Amira! That's drastic.

cking and manipulating me. This isn't drastic, Papa. It's justice. And second," I continued, my gaze hardening, "Delilah's stipend? Cut

ed at me, his face pale. "Amira..

was completely unlike myself before. I'm through

id, his voice grim. "It will be done. And after your wedding, Amira," he added, h

r, as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I turn

figure emerged from the shadows. Delilah. She s

Estrada. Is everything alright? You sound... different. Oh, and I was just about to

tomach. I recoiled, yanking my arm away with such force that she stumbled back,

g?" she whimpered,

She gasped dramatically, her eyes wide, and tumbled down a few ste

ou push me?" she crie

Devon, Jordan, Bryant, and the other four Fellows appeared, their faces c

shed. "What the hell, Amira? Did yo

. startled. I' m sure she didn' t mean it." Her words, meant to "defend" me, only painted me mo

that promised retribution. Then, without a word, he strode past me, scooped Delilah into his arms, and carried her away as if she weighed

se, the silence thick with their unspoken condemn

riding lesson. I was still fuming, the scene on the staircase replaying in my m

re not still upset about this morning," she said, her voice sugary sweet. "I told Dev

allion named Shadow, was being groomed. But my eyes kept darting to Devon

?" he asked softly, his voice laced with c

d, batting her eyelashes. "As l

help you up." He carefully lifted her onto the saddle, his movements tender, his gaze full of adoration. He then spent the next few minutes patiently exp

igh, declared, "Oh, Devon, I' m so ti

r his hand. He knelt, positioning himself, so she could place her smal

embered my thirteenth birthday. My father, in his booming voice, ha

r had declared, patting my shoulder. "Remember t

of resentment that I, in my youthful infatuation, had completely missed. But he had complied. And after that day, s

d, hard knot of pain and rage. He had always resented me. And he h