Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 246

Alicia eyed Vincent warily.

“Tyrone’s personality is a real problem. He’s always been blunt, too quick to offend people. Back when he was the only heir to the Lynch family fortune, everyone put up with him, gave him a pass—after all, there was no one else vying for the inheritance, and people needed him.”

Vincent held her gaze. “But now? Word’s out—Marcus is back, and he’s brought his son with him. Everyone in our circle can smell an opportunity from a mile away. With another potential heir in play, there’s no guarantee Tyrone will inherit the family business anymore. In fact, I’ve heard more than a few people are already quietly backing Marcus’s second son. Do you really think things will go as smoothly for Tyrone as they used to?”

Tyrone’s arrogance had always rubbed people the wrong way. He looked down on everyone, refused to play along with the scheming and flattery that made their world go round.

Now that Marcus had returned with his son, it felt like half the city was waiting to watch Tyrone fall from grace.

“His relationship with Maddox is far from perfect, too. Trouble is inevitable. Alicia, you need to start thinking ahead,” Vincent warned. “If you make plans now, you won’t be left stranded when Tyrone gets pushed out and Easton graduates and takes control. If you wait until then, it’ll be too late.”

Alicia snorted. “And what plans should I be making? Dumping Tyrone now, while I still can, so I can become your mistress?” She shoved Vincent’s hand away in disgust. “Tyrone was right about you. This is the best you can come up with—cheap, childish tricks—because you know you can’t beat him at anything else.”

Her words cut straight through Vincent, sharp as a knife.

He’d always been proud, always played by the rules. And now, for the first time, he’d stooped to something underhanded—just to win Alicia back from Tyrone.

“We met first… You were with me for four years…” Vincent’s breath caught in his throat.

He couldn’t understand why Alicia defended Tyrone so fiercely.

All this time, he’d thought she was still angry at him—angry that he’d chosen Mina over her.

“Alicia… If you’re just mad at me, then seeing me like this—shouldn’t you at least feel something?” For once, Vincent’s voice was soft, almost pleading.

He’d always been the one in control, always the one with the upper hand. Now, he was practically begging. It was almost pathetic.

Alicia looked at him, and all she felt was pity.

Too little, too late.