The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 136

Liora’s POV

My smirk faded the moment my father said those words.

“Liora Belrose… Perhaps you would like to dance with young Callum.”

“What?” I hissed through the mindlink. “I’m not—”

“Humor me, Liora. It’s the least you can do if you really want to stay here. Besides, you’ve had nearly two decades of dance lessons; this is your chance to prove that you were once Callum’s match.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not his match anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter,” my father replied with a mental chortle. “Once you reveal your identity, moments like this will add up to improve your reputation.”

I grit my teeth together and glared at him, willing him to back down. But my stubbornness came from my father, after all; one of us would have to give up, and it definitely wouldn’t be him.

Not when he’d already made his mind up to humiliate Bianca, the imposter, in the worst way possible tonight. And especially not when everyone was looking, wondering why we were staring at each other like that,. I was left with no choice.

My chair scraped loudly against the floor as I pushed it back and stood. All eyes were on me now. I could feel the malicious stares. Could hear the crude whispers. Could sense their anger and indignation radiating toward me like a dark cloud.

With each step I took closer to Callum, who was still standing in the middle of the dance floor with a shocked look on his face, the whispers grew louder and more hateful.

“Boo!” someone shouted, creating a wave of echoed sentiments. Half the crowd began to boo me, with Bianca’s friends being the loudest.

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