Bound By A Broken Night novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Cassie’s patience snapped.

She caught the piece just in time and turned, her eyes flashing as she glared at her sister.

“What is wrong with you?” she demanded, her voice low but razor–edged.

The boutique seemed to fall into a tense hush, the sparkle of diamonds suddenly overshadowed by the unmistakable crackle of conflict.

“It’s you who’s wrong here,” Mirriam snapped, finally unleashing the resentment she’d been holding back. Her eyes burned into Cassie like sharpened daggers.

“While we’re busy cleaning up the mess you caused last night–renaming the company, humiliating Father–you’re here shopping as if Dad’s company isn’t in chaos because of you.”

Cassie didn’t react.

“Even if you’re CEO Wallace’s wife,” Mirriam went on, her voice rising, “you should at least be mindful of your actions. Flaunting frivolity like this–do you even hear yourself?”

One of Mirriam’s friends stepped forward, emboldened by her presence.

“You sowed discord in CEO Red Knowles‘ company–the very man who raised you when you had no one,” she said pointedly. “And now you’re here, shamelessly indulging yourself. Such ingratitude.”

Cassie rolled her eyes slowly, irritation flickering across her face. What was supposed to be a quiet, satisfying escape had turned into a public spectacle.

“Please have all of these packed,” she said calmly, turning to the attendant. “I’d like to leave.”

Mirriam’s composure cracked completely.

“You are unbelievable, Cassidy,” she hissed. “Three sets of jewelry–worth a fortune–in a single day? Have some shame! Take pity on CEO Wallace!”

She grabbed Cassie’s wrist, trying to physically stop her.

Cassie stiffened.

“Can’t you be more frugal?” another friend chimed in eagerly. “Everyone was right–CEO Wallace deserved better. Someone like Mirriam.”

That did it.

“I don’t have time for this,” Cassie muttered, pressing a finger briefly to her temple as if warding off a

headache.

Then she lowered her hand and looked at them–really looked at them–with cool, cutting clarity.

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“Let me make this very simple,” she said evenly. “I don’t care about your concerns, as long as I’m not spending your money.”

She pulled her hand free from Mirriam’s grip without force, but with finality.

“My husband allows me to spend. And I don’t see why any of you feel entitled to meddle in my affairs.”

A faint, sharp smirk curved her lips.

“I can’t do anything about your envy,” she added coolly.

The words hung heavy in the air, glittering sharper than the diamonds on the counter–while Mirriam and her friends stood frozen.

“We will never be envious of you, Cassidy. How presumptuous,” Mirriam shot back, her glare thick with disdain.

“I worked hard to earn my own money–to spend my money,” she added with open disgust.

“Not someone else’s.”

“Well,” Cassie chuckled lightly, unapologetic and mocking, “it’s not my fault I married a billionaire.”

“And shameless,” one of Mirriam’s friends chimed in, snickering.

Cassie tilted her head, a sweet smile blooming on her lips–soft, almost innocent.

“If that’s what you want to call it, then call me anything you like,” she said calmly.

“As long as I can buy whatever I want.”

“You don’t deserve that fortune,” Mirriam snapped, gesturing sharply toward the three velvet boxes on

the counter.

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