The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 2

“This bracelet is a Lady M original. You know, the designer you’ve always idolized? Dad spent millions to win it at auction and you’ve been guarding it like treasure in your room ever since. So tell me, how could it somehow end up in her bag, and by accident no less?”

Harriet rolled her eyes, clearly not buying a word. She turned to Rebecca with a look of outright disdain. “You can take a girl out of the gutter, but you can’t teach her class. We’ve spent over ten years trying to teach you, but people like you—deep down, you just can’t change. Your parents picked through garbage for a living... no wonder their kid is nothing but a thief.”

Jackson crossed his arms, brow furrowing. “Rebecca, if you wanted the bracelet, you could’ve just said something. Why would you steal Shirley’s things?”

Shirley gave a dramatic sigh, scooped up the bracelet from the floor, and offered it to Rebecca. “Rebecca, I understand. You’re worried about your future, so you took something this valuable... Listen, if you really want it, just keep it.”

Harriet’s voice went up a pitch. “Why should she get to keep it? Is there anything she has that we didn’t give her? We’ve given her more than enough, a good life all these years—she should be grateful. But no, instead she’s trying to steal something worth millions right before she leaves!”

Seething, Harriet snapped at the butler. “Jim, call the police, right now!”

Rebecca found their little performance hilarious. She bent down to grab her travel bag from the floor and, with zero fanfare, pulled out three identical blue diamond bracelets from a secret compartment. Unlike the one Shirley was holding, each of these had a Lady M authenticity tag glittering from the clasp.

“Do you really think I’d need to steal hers?”

She let their stunned glares hang in the air, then casually pulled out her phone and tapped a few times.

Shirley’s hands clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Swallowing down her embarrassment and rage, she finally spat out, “Rebecca, why would you install cameras in the house? Were you expecting us to do something, or were you just collecting dirt to use against us later? And anyway, where did you get the money for three Lady M bracelets?”

Jackson’s expression changed on a dime. He pinned Rebecca with a suspicious glare.

Rebecca tapped the tiny, lock-shaped camera on her bag. Her tone was almost bored. “How many times have you tried pinning things on me over the years? As for my money... do I need to explain myself to people who don’t even matter to me anymore?”

Honestly, she thought about leaving quietly out of respect for the years they’d raised her. But since this was how they wanted to play it, why should she keep any secrets? Let them see who they really were.