Chapter 11
On the morning of Isabella’s birthday, Benjamin called to deliver a warning “If you don’t come to apologize to Isabel today, don’t ever bother returning to the Sinclair family again.”
He seemed to have forgotten–I hadn’t set foot in that so–called home for three years.
But I went anyway.
When Nathaniel saw me preparing to leave, his hand instinctively moved to grip the handles of my wheelchair–just he always had.
time, I didn’t react. I simply stared at him in silence.
ng my gaze, his fing
osened their hold.
new bodygua
From the mo
he car pulled away, I didn’t speak a sing
him.
He stood
car disappear into the distance.
Benja
dis
by my arrival. His lips curled into
Burned away to greet other guests
is mistress–turned–wife Victoria a ir guests.
too, arriving just before the mpeccably, his gaze softer
oss the room.
abella, the four of them playing the perfect
Hawthorne family’s extravagant gift was gerously close to tenderness as he watched Isabella
a single glance.
ph, Isabell
ture gown–had my caretaker and bodyguard discreetly purred, eyes glittering with malice. That was from the
ad the one thing I’d never taken from her–his undivided
ag it up.” I said flatly. “Some things aren’t meant to be worshipped.
ged on the steak knife beside us. A slow, vicious smile spread across her
watched, deta
“Ah! Emily, what are you–how could you attack me just because you’re jealous?
The knife clattered at my feet. A thin red line marred her palm.
Every head in the room swiveled toward us.
Richard Benjamin.
Nathaniel
Victoria lunged forward, cradling Isabella’s hand as tears sprang to her eyes–yet somehow still managing to st look of fearful reproach, as if I were the tyrant terrorizing her.
The
Murmurs of pity rippled through the room for the poor, helpless mother and daughter at Sinclair heiress.
eap tricks. The same pathetic acting. And yet, every time, they believed her.
know you despise me, but Isabella is innocent. How can you keep hurting her like this? Or do you truly n wthorne heir’s wrath?”
nily, Richard thundered, face purple with fury. “I’ve tolerated your behavior long enough! Apologize to Isabella r Il disown you!”
Benjamin’s hands shook w
mily, have you forgotten my warning? Bring the punishment cane.”
Whispers swarmed arou
And Nathaniel?
res.
He just stood
What’s th
andin
r me to reap what I’d sown.
ping my gaze over each of them–Isabella, Victoria, Richard. Benjamin–befon dead yet?”
for the bloodied knife.
t even grip it properly.
NEWS finally registered the obvious. “Wait… didn’t they say Mr. Hawthorne shattered her
hold a knife?”
Storia jumped in. “Emily, stop
is swelled–until my c
asantly. I’m
The sheer audacity of my agreement left them momentarily speechles
Ignoring their stunned faces, I instructed my caretaker to strap the knife to my right palm.
Then-
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