A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 33

“Who the hell are you? You trying to steal my man too?” Yvonne slurred, half her words drowned in drink.

“I own this place, ma’am. Now, you’ve got two choices: walk out on your own, or I’ll have you thrown out. Pick one.”

“Owner? That’s how you talk to paying customers? Little girls like you shouldn’t play at business–probably cozying up to some married man for favors! I’ve seen your type before. Let me tell you, you’ll get what’s coming to you. You shameless little tramp!”

Stella wasn’t sure which of her words had hit a nerve, but Yvonne’s shrill scream pierced the air, so grating that Stella’s brow furrowed in irritation.

“Look, your husband cheats and you come here to yell at strangers? Don’t you think you should be talking to him instead?” Stella’s voice was calm, almost bored.

“What did you say!” Yvonne’s shriek cracked, her face turning an ugly shade of green with humiliation as laughter rippled through the crowd. She glared at Stella

and raised her hand to strike.

Stella barely registered her as a threat; she was just about to deal with Yvonne herself when someone stepped in front of her, blocking her view. Before she could react, she found herself pulled protectively into Liam’s arms.

“You slut! So you’ve been messing around with this pretty boy all along!” Yvonne’s face twisted, her eyes darting between Stella and Liam as if she could see

the rest

slipping out of Liam’s. embrace. Liam said nothing; his face unreadable, he simply stood behind

silent shield.

quietly slipped out of the private room the moment Yvonne tried to

of your tantrum? You two–toss her out,” Stella sighed, her patience worn paper–thin. If Yvonne said one more word, Stella would have no problem throwing her

think you’re doing? Get away from me or I’ll call the cops for harassment! Back

She waved

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misreading the gesture, thought Stella was scared and only

pleasing a man? Come with me–I’ll show you

stepped forward, Liam recoiled in disgust, putting even more distance between them. That only fueled Yvonne’s

she spun around and smashed her half–empty wine bottle against the table. The sharp crack startled the room, and

for this, why not go home and throw your tantrum there?” Whatever sympathy Stella had left evaporated. Her face darkened as

back, her