Sophie’s POV
"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!" I screamed, watching my pathetic excuse for a sister writhing on the floor in pain. Her arm hung at an awkward angle, clearly dislocated. Served her right. "What the hell did you do at the jewelry season opening?"
I’d been lounging in my bedroom, enjoying a rare moment of peace when all hell broke loose in our rented apartment. Now Ivy was sprawled on the floor like trash while Blackwood’s security goons ransacked our place.
"Sophie, help me!" Ivy crawled toward me like some desperate animal, her makeup smeared across her face.
I jumped back instantly. "Don’t you DARE touch me!" The last thing I needed was her grabbing onto my designer skirt with those grubby hands.
The security team’s leader, a stone-faced man in a black suit, barely spared me a glance. "Mr. Blackwood has instructed us to escort both of you out of New York. Immediately."
"What?" I forced my most innocent expression. "There must be some mistake. Why would Ryan want ME to leave? What does this have to do with me?"
The security team ignored my performance, bulldozing into our bedrooms and throwing our belongings into suitcases with zero regard for organization. My designer clothes were being manhandled like cheap rags!
"Wait! Those are Chanel!" I protested as a hulking guard stuffed my blouses into a bag.
"Take your things and leave New York," the leader repeated, dropping the hastily packed suitcases at our feet. "Mr. Blackwood was very clear."
Ivy started trembling, her eyes burning with hatred. "Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he own New York now? He’s already thrown me out once—why again?"
I stepped away from my sister, seeing my chance for a clean break from this disaster. "Look," I said sweetly to the security leader, "I have absolutely no idea what my sister has done. Ryan already asked me to leave the company, but surely he wouldn’t be so cruel as to banish me from the entire city?"
Ivy’s head snapped toward me, her mouth hanging open. "Sophie, what the hell? You HELPED me get into that jewelry event! You gave me your invitation!"
I narrowed my eyes, my voice ice-cold. "Don’t drag me into your mess. I haven’t left this apartment in days. Whatever stupid stunt you pulled, you did it on your own."
"Looking at your state," I added with a disgusted glance at her disheveled appearance, "you clearly fucked up spectacularly. If Ryan wants you gone, then LEAVE. As of now, I don’t have a sister anymore."
The shock on Ivy’s face quickly morphed into pure hatred. With a shriek, she lunged at me. "You backstabbing BITCH!"
Ivy screamed, yanking a fistful of my hair."You never deserved to be my sister!"
I slapped her across the face, hard enough to leave a red mark. "And you never deserved ANYTHING I gave you! Ungrateful little parasite!"
Suddenly, someone knocked on a nearby table. We both froze mid-fight, looking up to see Serena standing there with a small, satisfied smile.
"Don’t stop on my account, ladies. This is quite the show."
My blood ran cold. I grabbed Ivy by her collar with such force that she winced in pain. "You did WHAT? You tried to sleep with Ryan using MY name?"
Ivy spat in my face, literally spat. "Oh, like you’re so innocent? When Ryan failed to become CEO years ago, you faked your own death and ran off to marry some rich old man overseas! Have you forgotten THAT, dear sister?"
I felt my face drain of color. "Shut your filthy mouth! That’s not true!"
"Don’t pretend with me!" Ivy screamed. "I’m your sister! I know EXACTLY who you are!"
Serena let out a soft laugh. "Faking your death? Marrying a rich old man? This is fascinating." She nodded to one of her guards, who moved to separate us. "Ivy, why don’t you elaborate? If you tell me everything, I’ll have someone fix that arm for you."
I tried to intimidate Ivy with my fiercest glare. "Don’t you dare say another word!"
But Ivy was beyond caring. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she stared back at me.
"You abandoned me, Sophie. You threw me under the bus. So why should I protect your secrets anymore?"
She turned to Serena with a twisted smile that promised nothing but destruction—for both of us.
"You want the truth about Sophie Hart? Let me tell you EVERYTHING..."

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