Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Vicky was still dragging her feet on the divorce.

The Lynns were drowning. The authorities were all over them. And as for Zane, the evidence against him was rock solid. There was no way they

could talk their way out of this mess.

The Foley family was pretty much in the same boat as the Lynn family— both are getting grilled by the authorities.

Fiona was mature enough when she pulled all that stuff, and Sally’s got a whole bunch of charges stacked up against her. Neither of them can wriggle out of taking responsibility.

Everything was settled. Sophia headed downstairs for dinner, humming a happy little tune, but then she overheard Heather talking trash about her on the phone again.

Heather scoffed, “SAT results day? I don’t know that at all. Never even told us when she took it. Probably bombed it. She may be too embarrassed to say. What a loser.”

“Your daughter’s a star, Mrs. Wilson. First place in the piano comp last year. And Sophia? A joke compared to her.”

Sophia snorted. Heather’s insults always seemed to find her.

Seeing Sophia, Heather flinched and hung up fast. She straightened up and said to Sophia, “Am I wrong? Mrs. Wilson’s kid won the piano thing. What’ve you done?”

Heather sneered. She still couldn’t believe Sophia had waved a knife at her. “Didn’t tell us about the SATs, huh? Flunked, didn’t you? Or

embarrassed? Let me spell it out–no college, no help. The Chandler name isn’t getting dragged through the mud for you.

“And you’re 18 now. No more handouts. You’re on your own.”

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Sophia ate, glaring at Heather’s spittle–flying rant. “Gross. You’re drooling.”

Heather froze. “Did you hear a word I said?”

Sophia’s eyes went icy. Heather shivered.

“I just wanted breakfast,” Sophia said calmly. “But since you’re in a chatting mood…” She finished her oatmeal and set the bowl down.

The sound made Heather jump. The maids had vanished. Just the two of them. Heather’s spine tingled. “What do you want?”

Sophia smiled innocently, “Let’s talk Mireille.”

Heather knocked over her plate. Her hands–with ring, jade bracelet- shook. “I… don’t know who that is.”

Sophia tilted her head. “Need a hint?”

“No!” Heather panicked. “I’m… not feeling well. Gotta go.”

Heather bolted upstairs. Sophia’s voice followed her. “Oh, Mireille’s my aunt, right? She is at the SWPC now, right? Next time you visit, bring me along.”

Heather tripped and fell backward. “You—”

Sophia stood up and shuffled toward Heather. She smirked down at Heather, that innocent yet cruel smile on her face. “Wanna know how I found out? Nope, not telling.” She winked. “If you keep pissing me off, I might spill some secrets I shouldn’t.”

She leaned in. “Especially to Jonathan. You know he’s been hunting for Mireille for, like, 20 years? What’ll he do if he finds out you sent her to the SWPC? Think he’ll divorce you?”

Heather’s knees buckled. She slumped onto the steps, her face pale as a ghost, sweat trickling down her back. “What… what do you want?”

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