The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 91

Chapter 7

Julian Shaw had an old house in the historic district.

It wasn’t large, two bedrooms and a living room, but it was tidy and clean.

A handmade “Just Married” sign hung in the window, flanked by red balloons tied to the doorframe with

flowing ribbons. My father barged in with his men just as Julian was out.

The front door was kicked open by a guard, and my father stormed into the courtyard in a rage.

He scanned the “Just Married” signin the window and pointed at me, scolding, “Eleanor Caldwell! You’ve

disgraced the Caldwell name!”

“Come home with me!”

I set down the scissors I was holding and looked at him calmly.

“I’m married. This is my home now.”

“Married?” He laughed as if he’d heard the biggest joke. “A license, a ring, a proper ceremony, which part of a

real marriage did you bother with? This is a sham! You’re a disgrace to this family!”

My mother rushed forward, her warm-hands closing around my icy ones. Her voice was thick with unshed

tears as she pleaded softly, “Eleanor, darling, please don’t be angry with your father. He’s just… he’s worried sick about you. Won’t you please come home?”When I didn’t respond, she softened her voice further.

“Let’s be practical for a moment. Do you really want to suffer in this little hovel? Mom knows we wronged

you before because of Bella, but she’s admitted her mistake now…”

I found it utterly ridiculous.

Last month, when Isabella falsely accused me of stealing her diamond bracelet, they grounded me for a

week for ‘poor moral character.’

Now that it was her turn to make a mistake, a simple ‘I was wrong’ was supposed to make it all better?

I lifted my head, my voice icy.

“You want me to come back? Fine.”

My parents stared, waiting for my next words.

“As long as you send Isabella away.”

“No!” They refused in unison.

The air froze solid.

Hearing this completely expected answer, I smiled a mocking smile.

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My parents’ love had long been a luxury I couldn’t afford. Fortunately, I no longer held any expectations.

My mother awkwardly tried to smooth things over. “Bella is still your sister, after all. What grudge can’t be resolved among family?” She pulled Isabella forward. “Apologize to your sister!”

Isabella stepped up and grabbed my arm, her eyelashes fluttering, her voice pitiful. “Sister, I was wrong.

Come home with us…”

Before she finished speaking, her nails dug sharply into my forearm.

I shoved her away violently and slapped her across the face!

The crisp sound echoed. Isabella fell to the ground, tears immediately springing to her eyes. “Sister… I

already apologized… why did you hit me?”

My father flew into a rage, his hand swinging toward me!

I felt the rush of air against my cheek and closed my eyes…

But the expected pain never came.

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