No More Submission: The Heiress Strikes Back

he long, sunlit corri

e years, that board had been her morning ritual, meticulously filled with the family's blood

ad, she pulled out a chair at the far end of the long mahogany table, right next to the

gainst copper pans echoed into the room. A thick, heavy clou

-tailored Brioni suit. He stopped dead in his tracks, his nos

She immediately pressed a velvet-g

oice muffled. "That stench is g

tly around Alon's arm, pressing her body against him in a display of exaggerated i

urned a page of her magazine. Fallon's existence

ors. Her hands were visibly shaking. She placed bone-china plates on the table. The

pooling on his plate. He slammed his

ked, his voice vibrating with authority. "

ave the Met Gala committee dinner next month! T

the polished wood. "Take this garbage away

er white apron in her hands, her

sir," Marta stammered, her voice

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ishing. "We pay you six figures a year. How do

Marta's eyes. The

who wakes up at five in the morning! She writes the menus, she meas

ence dropped over

heads. Their eyes locked onto Harmony, who

ked up her cup of black coffee, took a slow sip, and kept h

recover. He let out a

, waving his hand as if swatting away a f

ng to take on a responsibility, Harmony, you don't just abandon

widened her eyes, putting on h

her voice trembling just the right amount, "I c

tantly at Fallon's words. He turn

Alon ordered. "Get in the k

ed the finan

ages slapping together echoed l

able, her eyes sweeping over the burnt bacon and the entitled faces of her

and loud enough to bounce off the crystal chandelier,

n palm onto the table.

ed brat!" Conner roared. "Si

t a crisp, heavy-stock folder, and tossed it onto the center of the tabl

ne strictly business, "that is a list of the top private nutritionists in Manh

e blood drained from his face. Alon and Eleni leaned in,

d. Her black stilettos clicked sharply against the m

allon rushed over to the high-end espresso machine

shot out from the wand, blast

ropping a ceramic cup. I

his face pale with panic. "Fal

her head. She pushed open the heavy front door of the