The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 895

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**TITLE: She Took 895**

**Chapter 895: Operation Exhaust Marie**

Mona pivoted sharply, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Holt with a glare. “What exactly are you implying, Holt? Did you actually hear what she just said? Fifty thousand a month for Gary and me? That’s not merely an insult; it’s downright humiliating!”

The heat of her anger surged through her veins, igniting a fire within.

“I have stood by you all these years. Do you have the slightest inkling of how much I’ve sacrificed for the Tom family? And now, this is how she chooses to treat me?”

Mona’s fury was palpable, a storm brewing inside her chest.

In just a matter of hours, Marie had swept in and taken everything she had failed to grasp during her last visit. People often whispered about how formidable the eldest daughter of the Dawsons was, but this? This was an entirely different league of ruthless ambition.

“She’s pregnant,” Holt murmured, his expression dark and strained, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

It was evident that he wasn’t pleased with Marie’s behavior tonight either; his frustration simmered just beneath the surface.

“Remember, she is Abraham’s sister and Lorette’s daughter,” he reminded her, his tone icy. “If you refuse to give her what she desires tonight, just imagine the chaos that will descend upon the Tom family tomorrow.”

Mona fell silent, her heart racing. Gary, too, stood frozen beside her, the gravity of Holt’s words sinking in.

He was right.

Abraham’s affection for his sister was akin to a fevered obsession, and Lorette—she doted on her children with an intensity that bordered on madness.

Even Stella, the adopted child, had been spoiled beyond reason. And Marie? She was Lorette’s own flesh and blood.

“But she’s taking control of the entire Tom family,” Mona snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface. “What’s left for Gary and me?”

Just hours ago, Marie had stripped away everything she desired, leaving Mona with only a dwindling stash of cash that wouldn’t last long.

And then there was the plan she and Reese had devised—it required time, careful execution.

Stella’s pregnancy was advancing rapidly; they had to complete their scheme before she gave birth. Only when Mona’s appearance mirrored Stella’s would they stand a chance of pulling it off.

Once the switch was successful, the good days for her and Reese would finally commence.

But everything came at a cost—Reese’s identity transformation, the surgeries, the meticulous planning; it all consumed money at an alarming rate. And now, Marie had swooped in, severing her financial lifeline in a matter of hours.

Damn it. Had she never encountered money before?

The Dawson family was swimming in wealth; why did she have to come after the remnants of the Toms? There wasn’t much left to take, anyway.

Holt let out a weary sigh. “You’ll have to endure it for the time being.”

“Endure it?” Mona’s voice trembled, a mixture of disbelief and anger. “How on earth are we supposed to endure this?”

Was he serious? They were accustomed to tossing around hundreds of thousands without a second thought. Now, she was expected to survive on a mere fifty grand a month?