The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 4

The rain had just stopped, and even in the fancy villa neighborhood, there were puddles everywhere.

Rebecca kept talking on her phone as she weaved around the water, heading for the main gate.-

“They actually kicked you out? If it weren’t for you, Shirley wouldn’t even be standing here today.”

“And if you hadn’t been quietly propping them up all these years, do you really think Jackson could’ve climbed from nobody to being taken seriously in that circle? They got everything handed to them thanks to you, and they’re still acting ungrateful. What a bunch of heartless losers.”

Rebecca’s voice stayed calm. “Whatever happened, they were the ones who took me out of that orphanage and raised me. That debt is settled. We don’t owe each other anything anymore.”

“What about that idiot Nash? You told him you weren’t his savior, that he got the wrong person, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and insisted on getting engaged. Then, just when you finally made him the Gates family’s golden boy, what does he do? Accuses you of pretending to be his lifesaver, breaks off the engagement, and then bans you from Harrisburg like he’s king of the world!”

The guy on the other end was really getting worked up.

“They really think they’re something special. Let me get a minute, and I’ll make sure all those snakes end up on the streets, begging for scraps.”

Rebecca’s lips quirked up into a little smile. “Don’t bother. They’re not worth the trouble. I was planning to leave Harrisburg for a while anyway.”

Silence. Then, “You’re actually going to look for your birth parents?”

Rebecca hesitated. “I’ve always been kind of jealous of Shirley. She’s got parents who really, truly love her.”

He sighed, giving in. “If they didn’t ditch you on purpose back then, then maybe it’s worth it. But if they treat you badly, promise me you’ll cut them off. Don’t even hesitate, alright?”

Rebecca sidestepped another puddle, just about to answer, when a Rolls-Royce tore around the corner. It hit the puddle in front of her, sending a wave of dirty water straight at her.

She clicked her tongue, shoved off the wall, and vaulted backward in a clean, athletic hop—clearing the splash by inches.

The Rolls-Royce screeched to a stop a little ways ahead.

“What happened?” said the voice in her ear.

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