We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

“Jonathan? Selena? You’re both home?”

Mother’s voice rang out as she entered the penthouse, her face already twisted with anger.

“That horrible Margaret Ross,” she fumed, dropping her designer clutch on the entryway table. “We’d arranged for Selena to meet her son Edward for dinner next week–everything was settled–and suddenly she calls to cancel! She had the audacity to imply that our Selena wasn’t good enough for her precious son! The Ross family barely has two nickels to rub together after the recession, and she thinks she

can look down on us!”

Mother pulled me into her arms, then gasped when she saw my face. “Selena! What happened to your face? Who dared to hit my

daughter?”

I burst into fresh tears, unable to form words through my sobs.

“This is what your full–time mothering has produced!” Father shouted. “A daughter who’s destroying our family’s company!”

“How dare you speak to me that way!” Mother shot back. “Selena is your daughter too!” She turned to me, her voice softening. “Darling, tell me what happened. Mother will make it right.”

I knew the loss of the company’s contracts was my fault, or at least connected to me. Father’s slaps were deserved. But it wasn’t entirely my doing–if Cedar hadn’t somehow wormed her way into Ridley’s good graces, he would never have targeted me.

“Mom,” I choked out between sobs, “it’s Cedar’s fault! She convinced Ridley to target our company! Dad blames me, but I’m innocent!”

“That ungrateful little-” Mother began to curse, but was interrupted by her phone buzzing.

Still sniffling, I moved closer to see what it was. It was Margaret sending her a link. Mother had been humiliated by the woman earlier, and would normally have ignored her, but the preview mentioned Wright Creatives. Curiosity overcame her anger, and she opened it.

The color drained from her face as she stared at her phone screen. She looked up at me in horror. “Selena, did you attend the Wilson Group’s cocktail reception tonight?”

I knew from her expression that it was already too late, Everything was ruined.

My tears flowed freely as I collapsed back onto the sofa. “Mom, I ran into Cedar at the reception. She deliberately tore my dress off, humiliated me in front of everyone! I… I want to die!”

I lurched toward the wall, as if to bash my head against it, but lacked the strength to follow through.

Mother wasn’t even watching me anymore. She was scrolling through her phone, reading messages from the elite women’s groups she belonged to, which were surely all discussing me.

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I watched as her expression hardened bit by bit, then yanked the phone from her grasp. The insulting comments hit me like a slap in the

face.

[The Wright girl performing a striptease at a business function–completely classless. I can hardly stand to look at the photos.]

[I heard Elara Wright was trying to arrange a match with the Ross family. Wonder what Margaret thinks of this potential daughter–in–law

now.]

[I never considered the match! It was Elara begging me to consider her daughter!]

[Who will marry her now?]

[No one in our circle, that’s for certain. Who wants a wife whose body has been seen by half of Chicago’s business elite?]

[And those marks all over her skin… definitely not the innocent debutante her mother pretends she is…]

My phone slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor as I collapsed onto the sofa. I was be a proper socialite, but had become the laughingstock of Chicago’s elite. All my wish to find a wealthy husband, all my social maneuvering–everything destroyed in a single night.

My face contorted with hatred, my manicured nails digging into the leather of our sofa.

Cedar Wright.

That little bitch.

You’ll pay for this.

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