She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 1037

Elara's tone dripped with absolute entitlement. Paired with her battered, bruised face courtesy of Alistair, it almost painted a convincing picture that Preston had wronged her in some unforgivable way.

In her twisted logic, every tragedy that led her to this point was entirely his fault.

As the beloved daughter of the Bennett family, in what universe was she inferior to Melanie?

He hadn't even given her a chance to date him.

Yet, they had been engaged. That was a widely recognized fact in every high-society circle.

"When you unilaterally broke off our engagement, did you ever once consider my feelings? Did you ever consider that I had my pride?"

She beat her chest, spouting her self-righteous fury.

"You were the one who wronged me first. You dragged my name through the mud and turned me into a laughingstock."

"So whatever revenge I took, you brought it upon yourself."

"But now you and your precious Melanie have reduced me to this... and neither of you feels a shred of guilt?!"

Faced with her blazing accusations, Preston remained utterly impassive. After a moment of heavy silence, he finally spoke.

"If twisting the narrative makes you feel better, by all means, knock yourself out."

With that, he turned and walked away.

"Preston!"

Elara shrieked at his back.

He didn't so much as falter.

He never paused, and he certainly never looked back.

"Preston—Preston!"

She screamed until her throat was raw, but it earned her zero pity from him. Not even a glimmer of remorse.

Scalding tears blurred her vision.

Collapsing into the sand, she sobbed uncontrollably.

Under the night sky,

Preston hurried back with two cups of coconut water.

He knew he had been gone far too long, leaving Melanie waiting.

Melanie was still wrapped up in the novelty of the local dance.

She and Sebastian were just moments away from completing a full circle around the statue.

Suddenly, an iron grip clamped down on her wrist.

"Preston?"

She gasped in surprise.

A second later, he roughly yanked her away from Sebastian.

Losing her footing, she stumbled hard against his chest.

Sebastian's pleasant expression iced over the moment his hand was violently torn from hers.

Preston gripped her wrist tight in one hand, his other arm clamping securely around her waist, locking her to his side. He glared at Sebastian, his eyes predatory and territorial.

Sebastian pushed his new black frames up the bridge of his nose and let out a chilling scoff.

It was a taunting sneer.

"Is aggressively dragging your boss away from a client—and groping her in public—part of your job description as an assistant?"