The Betrayed Heiress's Backlash

of the estate, the abandoned food delivery forgotten. The heavy oak doors w

laughing group, was Olivia Prescott, my mother' s sapphire pendant glittering at her throat. Ethan was b

e asked, his voice full of fake con

my voice surprisingly steady, p

"This old thing? I picked it up at a charmin

r legs. You' re walking." I' d seen him through the kitchen window, clea

.. they said it might happen. A sudden bre

"Olivia, how much

ns so much to you... let' s say,

d. I had maybe two hundred in my account. "I' ll get it

rmed staff member had just retrieved and was looking around for its owner. "Is this yours, darling?" she cooed, t

a priceless antique rug. Lobster bisque and truffle fries splattered

. "Can she even afford to clean

peated, ignoring the mess,

malice. Then, she turned and, with a flick of her wrist, tossed the sapphire pendant over the balcony

ling, but a hand clamped o

otten his act again. "It' s just s

gs, his deceitful face. "We' re d

rayal. "After all I' ve been through? You' re leaving me now that I' m finally r

d and walked out. I

was call my DoorDash

My boss, a kind old man nam

news! Ethan' s walking! It' s a mira

Sal. A miracle." I hand

back in my car and started driving towards New York C