eliers cast a warm, golden glow over the hundreds of guests. Waiters glided through the crowd. The a
smiling graciously as senators and tech billionaires showered
the elegant string quart
ape. Thud
und coming from the grand spiral st
s. The polite smiles froze on their faces. One woman let ou
ed. The string quartet faltered and stopped playi
y stood on
emaciated frame. She wore no makeup. Her pale, sunken cheeks and dark, hollow eyes made her look li
r. She dragged her ruined right
stricken appearance and the sea of million-
s the ballroom like a
id a beggar get
e daughter who went to prison f
alking to a hedge fund manager. He h
completely from his face. His brain short-circuited. His hand jerked, spilling half his glass of
ast a group of startled guests, his heavy
fingers digging brutally into her skin. He tried to yank her behind
oice trembling with fury. "Are you insane? You come o
She violently ripped h
she spoke, she didn't yell, but her voice, though still carrying that harsh, raspy ed
the only piece of clothing hanging in my closet.
om. The socialites exchanged wide-eyed, scandalous looks. The Dudley family, kn
New York's elite burning into his back. He had to kill this narrative immedia
s. He pointed a shaking finger at her face. "You have an eighteen-m
making sure the cr
nos and your degenerate friends! Now you purposely dress in r
shifted. The guests' expression
lder woman whispered loudly. "No won
s. Her heart rate did not elevate. Her hands did not shake. She
Brecken's furious face. The corner of her
ll. "Brother, since you are so absolutely certain of my spending habits... why don't
was absolutely certain of his facts. His f
chest puffing out. "I want everyone here to
f wealth manager. To ensure maximum humiliation for Abbey, he walked over to the DJ booth, snatched th
g.
ceilings. The entire ballroom held
ed Brecken wrap the noose around his o
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