Orchestrated Accidents: A Heiress's Revenge
olve in it was unyielding. The auctioneer's gavel cam
, coated in the bitter taste of public defiance. I walked over to the payment desk, Jo
e a statement, Am
smiled politely, swiped the card, and then her smile faltered. She
gain," I said, my voice tigh
sorry, Miss Estrada," she said hesitantly. "B
y father freeze the Fellows' accounts, echoed in my ears
ped, my face flushing scarl
forward. He handed his own card to the clerk
rd. She swiped it. The machine be
s spread like wildfire through the room. "Estrada's accounts frozen? What on earth
't just about a necklace. This was a public execution of
the noise, calm and utterl
s. He handed his platinum card to the clerk. She took it, her hands trembling slightl
at me. Instead, he turned and presented it to Delilah, who was standing a few feet a
ce soft, an intimate caress. "A t
r mouth. "Oh, Devon! It's beautifu
spered something in her ear that made her giggle, a high, saccharine sound. The crowd watch
th his genius hacker mind, had orchestrated this. He had frozen my accounts, knowing I would bid, knowing he could publicly "rescue" Del
forward, his fists clenched. "You pla
n't he, Jordan?" I choked out, a raw sob escaping my throat. "He can manipulate anything. He
He could destroy
erous. "Stay away from her, Jordan. She's my fiancée. And she's going ho
not going anywhere with you." I turned and stumbled out of the auction house, l
aze of pain, anger, and utter despair. Jordan tried to visit, kn
idden panel. Inside, a small, discreet security device. My father, ever the paranoid businessman, had insisted on installing these, just in case. I
ered to life, showing a live feed of the Fellows' private lounge. They
mbled, taking a swig from a glass. "This is ge
o talk some sense into her? We need
ough the air, chilling and authoritative. He wa
ff" button. Fiancée. The word tasted l
broke the silence in the recording. "You really t
voice laced with chilling confidence.
g. He was right. That's what I had alwa